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Retribution
Contributed by
Corruptor
on
Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 09:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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One morning,
not too different from this,
I saw you
standing on your knees.
I said hello,
asked why you were down,
but you ignored me
and drove your fist in the ground.
I knelt beside you
and I started to pray.
I knew that
whoever hurt you would pay.
Your wiped off the blood
on your white summer dress
and you looked in my eyes
as you felt my caress.
Your hair was messy,
it looked like a mane.
You got up, smiled,
and sat on the window pane.
Everything will be fine
in a couple of years,
when we pick up our swords
and stir the enemy’s fears.
Then we’ll raise our voices
and together we’ll say:
“Thieves and hypocrites,
it is time to pay!”
The sword of justice and freedom
will come upon the enemy’s head
and hordes of mothers
will be mourning their dead.
Copyright ©
Corruptor
... [
2002-11-21 09:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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