Futility
By Bradene
Wed, 07 Jan 2009
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7 comments
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It’s Winter
the morning's misty;
it’s early
the air is chill.
It’s Sunday
the world is sighing
for peace;
let the earth be still.
Regardless
the guns start barking;
suicide bombers
prepare to die.
Innocence
always the victim;
humanity passing by.
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I agree with Nathan and the
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
I agree with Nathan and the last stanza is so haunting!
Magic xxx
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I agree... and I agree
I agree... and I agree again! You crammed so much into that. Thumbs up!!
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I really like this! The
I really like this!
The irony of the stanzas captured me.
There is peace, while humanity passed by.
There is peace, but there are guns and suicide bombers....They're my favorite parts of the poem.
Oh and MistakenMagic is definitely right,
the last stanza is haunting.
It has a huge truth in it!
best regards,
yReNe
(^_^)
best regards,
yReNe
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This is a gem, Val. But ...
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is a gem, Val. But ... oh, that words such as these would not need to be written; beautiful, poignant, and unfortunately true, as they are.
Much love,
Tina xx
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Brilliant! Captures the
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Brilliant! Captures the anger hopelessness and disregard for life. Very powerful and moving, thought provoking and unfortunately true. Chris
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