this poem is cool
Contributed by
plous
on
Friday, 1st August 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChildrensPoetry
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suspended walls of belief blockade my sight,
protracted with false truth,
lemmings to an idea,
yearn to be free from forced mental reality,
like ants they come for you,
while still a child,
the nurture nature produces,
the need of mechanisms and anchors,
the creation of weapons,
to eat with truth and peace,
is impossible within this time,
spiral with sensation,
to label liberty and crime,
its all relative,
with the passing sun,
awake to your world,
does not make it true,
free will cannot have conditions,
for it is implied,
for all those that die,
over the human condition and their lie,
ignorance is the plight of the minds eye,
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plous
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2003-08-01 05:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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