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The Fight
Contributed by
Hoots
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Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 01:32:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Bloody, broken, bruised, and branded,
Fractured ribs, the punch has landed.
Battered, wounded, twisted legs,
'Let me go!' the victim begs.
Now doubled over, spitting teeth,
His mother screams, consumed with grief.
Show no mercy, fight to death,
Til a broken body's all that's left.
There's no reason, none at all,
To cause this high aimed youth to fall.
'Help me! Help me!' he gasps and cries,
But knows they'll beat him til he dies.
Pathetic soul left all alone,
Bloody face and shattered bones.
The mother wails 'It's not his time!'
They will pay for this brutal crime.
With no regret, remorse, or sorrow,
The gang will strike again tomorrow.
Now roses lie upon the grave,
Cherised friend we could not save.
Copyright ©
Hoots
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2004-03-21 01:32:50]
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Re: The Fight
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by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 02:44:56 AM AEST
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| the writing is written so visually. and i begin to wonder exactly what led you to the writing of this poem... |
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Re: The Fight
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by Necromant on
Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 09:58:56 AM AEST
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Oh what a sad/tragic poem! unfortunately these things happens. Very vivid description! Amazing write!
Anne :D |
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