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Dave's Mental Meanderings
2003-01-30 04:05:44 (UTC)

Poem - "With a Grin"

Blood on the beach and all around it,
If hope exists then none have found it,
Fire will flood the virgin shore,
And a chorus of voices will shout for more.

Brotherhood torn and tossed to the birds,
All on account of some warmonger’s words,
No bond is too strong for the razor of hate,
No love can conquer what fear can create.

A young man is wounded but fights through the pain,
His hands soaked in blood that’s falling like rain,
Not much more than a boy, he still remains hard,
And will kill with a grin until Death draws his card.

He comes from no family and calls no land his own,
From the blood-soaked soil of the Earth he was grown,
As only one man, he is powerless to fight
The hatred of many in collective might.

One day he will perish, struck down from behind,
For his crimes he deserves execution in kind,
And so will his judge, for he too will be slain,
Thus the cycle repeats, all loss and no gain.

That girls are raped and two boys knife a third
Were axioms to him, who never had heard
Of any world where promises were kept,
Or one could weep because another wept.




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