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Contributed by
fanniesson
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Tuesday, 3rd February 2009 @ 06:49:14 AM in AEST
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Once I cried over
children that fell from windows
murdered by parents,
idiots that killed themselves,
elderly shut-ins that froze
or starved to death,
holiday suicides.
Now eighteen years later
most days are routines.
Nothing Ive havent seen
a thousand times before.
Think Ill go to lunch after Granny
I tell a co/worker.
Save the decapitated six-year-old
for this afternoon.
So I could get out of here by four
beat the traffic.
Copyright ©
fanniesson
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2009-02-03 06:49:14]
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Re: Removed
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by Amicus on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2009 @ 09:07:07 AM AEST
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i think i understand what the meaning of this poem is, and i believe it is true. a little enlightenment for us all.
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Amicus |
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by elle on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2009 @ 10:04:04 PM AEST
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there is no surge to the forfront of empathy.
alas, pity has been unthroned. we know not
what we do at times. . . save the beleagured
masses, the victims, bemoaned. peace. elle |
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by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Wednesday, 4th February 2009 @ 04:09:17 AM AEST
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| Sad how the heart hardens after years of media enduced paranha feast on death... nice social commentary. |
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