silkysalem
Salem's Den Journal
A Poem 11/29/2002
For my english class-- an actual asst.
Death
An aching mouth, a hungry child
begging to be fed
The mother needs to go
not caring what others may have said
She gives knives to the passioned
gives ice to the cold
Fire to the hot;
lets them all turn to gold
she inspires men to Fight for what is true
But none of it ever was true.
Gives knives to little children
Weapons to drunks
Tells the religious leaders
that their was is right
and all the other Heretics
must Die
And the child is fed
On every mortal soul
Because the trickster goddess
doesnt care at all
Her child is eternally hungry
Waiting to be fed
Witha madwoman for a mother
Who doesnt care
what others
have said...
SALEM
Notes:
oooh...me likes...cool poem, salem. kinda surreal...very
cool poem. i'll ur teacher for you if (s)he doesn't give you
an a.
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