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Vision of the Future

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fractal007
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Out of the silent race he stepped,
Staring into the face of the abandoned one.

The wind blew throughout the area, throwing the papers of a forgotten land into the faces of both the child and the man.

The man from the city state looked into the child's eyes.
There, he saw a fellow human.
There, he saw an outcast.
There, he saw what remained of the old age.

"Who are you?" Asked he.

Sobbing was the only sound the child could produce.
As if to assist the child, the wind blew some more.

It blew a foul stench into the air, alerting the man once more of his surroundings.

The child could only stare into the man's eyes with tears streaming down his cheaks.

The last water the child would ever consume was now on his face.

But all the man could do was walk away.
He wanted to see no more.
Today he'd seen the truth.


Tomorrow, he would forget about the child and start yet another day.
The child would die, a forgotten testament to the truth,

   burried alive by a world hell-bent on riches.


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netswan
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1 posted 06-02-2000 07:55 AM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

OUCH  what a sad poem

Welcome to Passions Fracta

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Cerenity
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2 posted 06-03-2000 02:23 PM       View Profile for Cerenity   Email Cerenity   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cerenity

Hi Fractal007,

Powerful thoughts here, look forward to more of your work, welcome to passions.

Cerenity
Rose Petal
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Very thought provoking poetry, is this about our inner child, the man sees himself as he was as a child looking back, and now feels it is too late for a change in the future?
fractal007
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4 posted 06-03-2000 05:21 PM       View Profile for fractal007   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for fractal007

This poem was inspired by the show Visions of Heaven and Hell.

It's about what the future might be like.  In that show, I saw footage of a kid in a dump outside a city, wearing nothing, and having this really glassy stare.  I figured it would be good to write a poem about.

As far as the truth, that implies the truth of the world the man lived in.  He'd seen things he didn't know about before, and didn't want to think about again.

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5 posted 06-03-2000 06:26 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Fracta~
A poignantly sad look at the very real possiblility that our 'future' may
be decaying in the dumped souls of humanity,
ignored by those who could make a change and do nothing but 'forget about the child'.

Welcome to Passion's.
~*Marge*~


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