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We Used To Be People
Contributed by
mangos
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Saturday, 17th December 2005 @ 08:45:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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People who used to be people
Succumbed
Undone
Flattened into oblivion
Surpassed even modest elevation
As new highest have been reached
And previous barricades have been breached
Now the waves remain deep
In the ocean-
They are afraid of the slippery slope of the beach
Persons who were once a people
A symbol
Traditional
Broken the seal of ethics and morals
Come tomorrow
Feelings will change
Some sins will be forgiven
Other’s don’t have a chance
Its never an equal distribution
Rather a redirection of faith
Pointed inwards
Entering the eye-sockets in the face
Citizens of lost civilizations
Population
Acculturation
Agriculture to treat the famine
To ignite the industrial
Revolution
Factories hire employees
Reproduction of past memories
Flowing
Cool water mixes with the breeze
Parts that used to be whole
Empty spaces
Lack of embraces
Have taken full control
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Copyright ©
mangos
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2005-12-17 20:45:31] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: We Used To Be People
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 18th December 2005 @ 03:29:54 PM AEST (User
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The bitterness in this poem is a rising and falling motion and it takes the reader with it....the way you've put it together makes me want to read it over and over, even though I know I'm still going to miss half of your point... |
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Re: We Used To Be People
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 02:13:50 PM AEST (User
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To ignite the industrial
Revolution
Factories hire employees
Reproduction of past memories
Flowing
Cool water mixes with the breeze
Nice, very nice! This write has a forlorn feel to it, and the emotion is very real. Nice job.
Scorp.
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