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Greed.
Contributed by
Sinfullilmissmuppet
on
Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 04:17:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
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A poor humble little boy
Stares at the infinite wealth of his neighbours
Watches them consume his weeks worth of rations
In one singular day.
That little boy was weak with hunger
His feet calloused by bare shoes
His clothes were fine a few years ago
Now his ankles peep from the shortened cuffs
He knocks on the door with a heavy heart
He wants dinner for his intrusion
Just a scrap for pities sake
So I can live to beg another day.
The boy feels the door slamming before its even touched
The greed of some people
Leaving this poor boy alone to face the tar streets
To return home to the stench of hunger
This young boy becomes a man
This man makes some good choices
This man is wearing suits of silk
And making the countries choices
This man never feels hunger
The memories of a rumbling gut
Are no longer at hand
The man strolls
Home with his family
The children play
With toys they needed that very day
His family will not go without
His front door echoes with muffled knocks
He opens it wide and sees in shock
The little boy he once was
Pitiful alone and hungry
He stares and stares in horror
At the past he escaped from
The little boy begs silently and then he finds his voice
Its not the little boys fault
This man cannot escape the greed
Inbred by money hungry
To keep whats his from grubby hands
Who want to bring about poverty
This little boy means so much
To angry ashamed man
Rather then face a boy without
He slams the door because he can
He sleeps with heavy heart
Yet his eyes shut tight
To the little boy
And his lonely plight
The newspaper next morning
Lies foreboding on his desk
The doom tolls loud and clear
The man lifts the paper and picks at it in fear
The headlines say what he expected most
And he finds his heart has broken
As the driver of the car says how
The boy just jumped in front.
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Sinfullilmissmuppet
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Re: Greed.
(User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on
Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 06:02:28 AM AEST
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Simply SUPURB writing!
huggs,
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Re: Greed.
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by Shade_ on
Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 01:10:17 PM AEST
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Well, you tell a rather sad story but.
you have no poetic power.
this reads like a short story, not like poetry.
your rhyming is on and off, and that is a bit distracting.
your doing the seven deadly sins, this gives you alot of ground to shine.
keep trying.
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Re: Greed.
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by hellsfallenangel on
Saturday, 5th November 2005 @ 01:55:50 AM AEST
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sad but very good
DEMON |
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