Bloodyday Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 Now-a-days I am measuring The power of poems. Is this comparable to The hardness of a skillet Or the dynamic force Of a bullet? Lot more things to know In this primordial world to borrow some loneliness and silence When a corpse deprives From its funeral. Clap to the dogs, They are having a good lunch Thanks to the soldiers Who kill without hearts. Bows to the god For his justice without faults. I saw the beauty of tears As the melancholy crushes All over the moonlit. Eyes spark like the stars Sometimes tears turn red Since something pierce her forehead! How old is she? 4 months to 29 Or the one could'nt born! What about this fortunate Who misses the pain of massacres. I am happy, because the powerful one Donates me money Gifts a scope to dream Of corporate life of nudity I have hormones so gross Appeasing my eyes by whores! Why are they crying for in mosque or church? Gaza is not my brothers or sisters I vote for hypocrisy of legal crimes Die for dollars having American smile Ignoring a coward dies thousand times. But I am happy! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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