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THE BURNER
Contributed by
wellsmark
on
Friday, 31st January 2003 @ 05:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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THE BURNER
Faces just staring at me,
Hadn’t they seen a black man before?
People looked like the wanted information,
But there was never any communication.
We were an isolated part of the population,
A somewhat degraded generation.
Folk had long stopped their demonstration.
Death beckoned us trees whispered my name,
Numbers branded such eternal workers pain.
As we go to get clean smoke is strangling me,
Smoke is strangling the silent sky.
I didn’t want to go just yet I didn’t want to die.
Children’s wreathed faces weeping,
Others wishing for eternal sleeping.
Then it’s my turn to smoke through the air,
By this time I greeted this I didn’t care.
Copyright ©
wellsmark
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2003-01-31 17:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: THE BURNER
(User Rating: 1 ) by Mr_Jeremy on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 06:15:13 AM AEST (User
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You're on ward five, Wellsmark!
I have your number . . .
Smoke is strangling the silent sky. Hehah. Apartheid in the modern mania. Silence chokes on the fumes of tomorrow's races. Pigs, Jihads and everything in between!
I like you though... Meet me beside the table-tennis tables. I have a proposition . . . |
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