No wool on these eyes,
No chance to hypnotise.
The rivers of red for the mountains of green.
The fears we seek,
no longer a dream.
Voices scattered on a breeze,
Silhouettes on their knees.
A single bird dancing in the sky,
Not a bird but a lie.
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Author:
Kirk Garnett (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2016 11:06
- Comment from author about the poem: My anger at last years UK parliament announcing airstrikes in Syria.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 37
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Comments4
THANKS KIERAN ~ For venting your answer ~ I WAR there is neither Rhyme nor Reason ~just Regret ! Please check my poems BRIAN
Powerfully written.
Brilliant!
Beautifully done.
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