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Loud banging as I am born,
Cries of death and agony;
Not coming from my mother.
Whistling, screeching airborne;
Sounds of people screaming aimlessly.
Lying in the doorway is my dead father.
I hear my brothers and sisters cry for help,
Nothing can help soothe the their screams but the bangs.
The man who pulled me out, is dead;
My mother runs to save her and myself.
All I hear is her breathing along with ting and tangs.
It is soon that my blood too shall be shed.
Mother trips and screams, before the bang leaves her silent.
I am left in my mother's cold, lifeless arms.
"Is life really this violent?"
One disintegrating explosion, destroys my final thought and I...
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- Title: Thoughts of a murdered blossom
- Artist: kisara666
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Description:
Just a poem I wrote about the view of a child born into another country filled with war, and what our leaders are doing to them, by dropping bombs.
Comment please nice or mean. - Date: 06/07/2009
- Tags: thoughts murdered blossom death children
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- Xxhells bloodxX - 06/08/2009
- ish gewd -_- made my poems look like sh!t
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- F1stPumpinLykAChamp - 06/07/2009
- its not us. commie
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