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General Discussion / poets corner
« on: October 19, 2004, 05:18:00 PM »
YOU TELL ME
it cannot be so you say
simple hands cannot change the face of humanity
I say humanity is a boundless absorbing heart transcending death,
generations and centuries absorbing bullets.
Stitches and tear gas enduring humiliation,
illegal abortions and thankless jobs.
i say the heart of humanity has not and will not be broken
and let us rais ourselves like lights with millions
of others, the mad, the forgotten and the strong at heart and let us shine....
MY FRUSTRATIONS
are the only expression of my depression
i feel my frustrations cutting through my soul
which results to the spillage of my guts
cuming down on my body
like the weak walls of Palestine
making me look as though i´ve been bombed
by the Taliban
my heartaches more than the day i decided
to spread my legs and let my virginity break.
frustated i feel like the poverty stricken child
of Somalia who as i write is propably feeling hunger pangs.
poetry is the only way i deliver an unfrustated thought illustrated by a frustrated mind.
a look inside my head makes me understand
Mac when he says "ppl wanna kill AIDS with a gun against their heads:
which is the most uninnovative i dea i´ve come across
but is about to be navigated by a frustrated mind........peace :-]
it cannot be so you say
simple hands cannot change the face of humanity
I say humanity is a boundless absorbing heart transcending death,
generations and centuries absorbing bullets.
Stitches and tear gas enduring humiliation,
illegal abortions and thankless jobs.
i say the heart of humanity has not and will not be broken
and let us rais ourselves like lights with millions
of others, the mad, the forgotten and the strong at heart and let us shine....
MY FRUSTRATIONS
are the only expression of my depression
i feel my frustrations cutting through my soul
which results to the spillage of my guts
cuming down on my body
like the weak walls of Palestine
making me look as though i´ve been bombed
by the Taliban
my heartaches more than the day i decided
to spread my legs and let my virginity break.
frustated i feel like the poverty stricken child
of Somalia who as i write is propably feeling hunger pangs.
poetry is the only way i deliver an unfrustated thought illustrated by a frustrated mind.
a look inside my head makes me understand
Mac when he says "ppl wanna kill AIDS with a gun against their heads:
which is the most uninnovative i dea i´ve come across
but is about to be navigated by a frustrated mind........peace :-]