Open Poetry #30 |
Born Without A Name |
Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
A spiteful moon looms To the children stuffed in cellblock tombs From slumber in the queue of fire To visions torn in razor wire Born without a name, born without a face Through the path of the masses they trace To the mother with infant in crimson lace Under the burning sunset of fallen grace Puffing stale air within melancholy walls As ghosts of despair echo through dreary halls Desert dust whipping the freezing as they shake Under the blind eye that glares in wake |
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dinky Member
since 2002-10-19
Posts 258 |
wow! this was really good. very powerful i loved it |
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