Perhaps you could tell,
By the hang of my head.
From the mighty I fell,
By the tears I have shed.
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You would be blind,
Not to see how much I've bled.
If only God where so kind,
Maybe then we wouldn't be dead.
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As a nation we bleed,
Enslaved to our own desires.
Sowing evil, satins seed,
We burn in our own fires.
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And our children are corrupt,
Moaning, rubbing, dancing together.
Happy families we disrupt,
Lusting, grinding, like birds of a feather.
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Where is the morality?
The hunger for peace.
Where is the sentimentality?
So worldly pains may cease.
YOU ARE READING
Whisper
PoetryPoems of a poetic nature. These poems are a reflection of myself, and my life,of the things most important and influencial to me. .......................... ENJOY ..................
