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Limbless Dove

Contributed by Mihiri on Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 10:04:16 AM in AEST
Topic: war



Why do you stain me with blood of my own?
Why do you stab as you pray?
Why do you mock me and abrade what I’ve known?
Do you wish for my face to turn away?
You search for me through & through, yet know not when I am near,
Your shameless acts are bitter truths to me,
You pray for your salvation, when your neighbour you rebuke,
You close your eyes & beg for a light to see
Where’s good reasoning? Where lays your mind?
Why do you hunt me down with such zeal & sin?
Wait till the sun rises before you condemn its light,
See, judge & act from within
Flaming torches kill the dead of the night,
Your artillery puts to rest your foe,
You slay as you plod onwards, as you grope for the light,
Why do you search for what’s no more?
You searched for me yonder and found but my tomb,
Yet, you kill as you scour these tarnished lands,
You’ve slaughtered the one hope that kept you alive,
You’ve cut-off the two feet which Peace stands




Copyright © Mihiri ... [ 2004-07-08 10:04:16]
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Re: Limbless Dove (User Rating: 1 )
by Gentledove on Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 12:41:44 PM AEST
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We all have to come from somewhere. A very nice write about the diversity of life.
Gentledove


Re: Limbless Dove (User Rating: 1 )
by skyblumoon on Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 02:03:38 PM AEST
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You have a great way of expressing yourself. I really liked it.
Blu




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