Open Poetry #42 |
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how will he know? |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india ![]() |
How will he know? He, an innocent, age three Wakes up dead to see A hand and its ten fingers, How have they done it? The first hunt and the first hand To plunge in red of The vital liquid of life. How had they done it? He, an innocent of truth, Does not know the teeth Of mankind those eat own clan. He, an innocent, age three Wakes up dead to see Cops are taking his father To jail custody. How shall I live? A question Looms upon his head. But, oh, innocent those hands Have made you cold dead! |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I keep reading this and walk away muttering, "Wow." It grips me. A |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: this, Poddar, makes me want to cry ... incredibly moving and frightening too, in its cruel report of cruel mankind. love Margherita |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Chilling. Terrifying. Horrific. ~ and unbelievably sad. Love & Child Light, Linda |
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