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Praven Pound Poem
sleep in life's coma,
i lead my Odyssey, or does my pen bleed i'm i Homer.
freeze, but it's hot where these souls reach,
nobodies hands up, they just stand up, on they soap box and preach.
instead of trying to teach,
to our necks is there feet,
hands in our pockets, only a profit they seek.
only destruction they leave,
or disease in our foods and its toxic to breath.
but it's nothing to me.
sleeping in life's coma.
shhh let me be.
Copyright © Praven Pound | Year Posted 2006
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