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Vultures Of The West |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
The sun ablaze in the eye that sits blinded Bonded to the hand that sits minded The unborn locked away In a factory owning the everlasting day Stolen and caged then left to bleed While the suits of slow death are smothered in greed Through cobwebs of life they sift Stripped by the hand in the iron fist Whipped by the piercing eyes of the overseer The ministry of love martyred its breeder Shackled to the factory floor in chains of emptiness Sweating the toil that robs them lifeless As dawn floods the dusty moors These frozen lines ascend at factory doors While across faraway forbidden shores Sheep flock to incarcerating stores |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
good images! this is a very meaningful line-- The unborn locked away In a factory owning the everlasting day |
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Michelle_loves_Mike
since 2003-12-20
Posts 1189Pennsylvania |
.....different,,,and different is good Michelle I wish all could find the true happiness I have found,,in the eyes of Mike |
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KristieSue
since 2003-01-31
Posts 1460PA, US |
hmm........ great :-) "Painting is poetry which is seen and not heard, and poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen." ~Leonardo da Vinci |
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richard taylor Member
since 2004-01-13
Posts 136 |
good one ben richard. |
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