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2003-02-17 18:49:40 (UTC)

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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