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The Slaughter house
Contributed by
Vic
on
Thursday, 1st May 2008 @ 11:22:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I was busy whining ‘bout how my food tasted,
When a million others have no food at all.
Everyday on television I watch innocent lives wasted,
One by one, they wither away and fall.
The stench of blood and the unholy sound of guns,
Ring far and wide across the forsaken land.
In the midst of massacre are a handful of priests and nuns,
Looking after the orphans; stretching out a hand.
Why are people so cruel; whatever happened to love?
Helplessly I watch this insanity with a watery eye.
If God was witnessing this gruesome act from above,
It would hurt Him enough, to make a hundred suns cry.
Copyright ©
Vic
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2008-05-01 11:22:44]
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Re: The Slaughter house
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by shelby on
Thursday, 1st May 2008 @ 04:23:58 PM AEST
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Oh so very true. Touching write here .
Michelle |
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Re: The Slaughter house
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by tres_estrellas on
Thursday, 1st May 2008 @ 09:41:26 PM AEST
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| It's sad, I know. Good write. |
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Re: The Slaughter house
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by emystar on
Saturday, 19th July 2008 @ 04:26:46 PM AEST
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wow,
no one can read this without their heart's weeping.
blessings,
emy |
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