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Pittyful Hate

Contributed by sweet-poison on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 01:17:51 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



An existance of unfair tragedy,
Is that of which we live,
A scream of an immense injustice,
Is the melody to which we sing,
The pounding of an unloved heart,
Is the harmony to which we dance.
The cry of the victim, unseen,
Is that which we block out,
The plead of a homeless child,
Is that which we ignore,
The tears of another religion,
We now allow to flow.
The dream of equality,
Is the one we now forget,
The determination to fight,
Drowned by our own ignorance,
This life of pittyful hate,
Is the one we regretfully chose.




Copyright © sweet-poison ... [ 2004-03-05 13:17:51]
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Re: Pittyful Hate (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 01:46:05 PM AEST
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This is well written and so true.

I've just written a poem where several members have shown me a way out....
Its called "You have shown me the way"
second on my list.

bob


Re: Pittyful Hate (User Rating: 1 )
by Baronhawk on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 03:59:32 PM AEST
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One word..."reality". As sad as it is, your words are the very description of reality...kinda depressing but that is what it is. But on the brighter side....these are just one part of choices open to us all..there is one more route to take...at least I hope so. Anyway...a real and harsh pictorial of tragedy.


Re: Pittyful Hate (User Rating: 1 )
by Magnolia on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 07:50:44 PM AEST
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i love the blatancy of your poem. and good for you to acknowledge such issues that most would ignore. but it's not the life that all of us chose. this poem needs a good call to action (it obviously wouldn't fit in the poem, but somehow, it should be done) to let people know that their lives don't have to be controlled by the ethnocentricity of america. one last thing though, you spelled pitiful wrong.


Re: Pittyful Hate (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 10:08:21 PM AEST
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It is called apathy and we didn't choose it. It was forced on us by the government and we sat back and let it happen. Until enough people are tired of the government bureacracy and stand up and fight back, it will continue. People do not choose to be downtrodden, they are forced into it.

Rita




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