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High and low.
Contributed by
backstreetdreamer
on
Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 01:28:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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A helmet lies on a tortured field
stained rust red,
with the tears of enraged innocence
corroded with the acrid stench
of inhumanity.
A bird busily builds her nest
in the burnt out shell
of the church,
Christianity is not yet dead!
Mothers search the mountains of the dead
with haunted visions in their eyes,
wanting to meet their sons
yet dreading the meeting thats to come.
The glorious flower of youth
is gone before,
to sit on the throne of compassion
and judge those to come.
The mother meets her son
and looks to the sky,
with stinging tears of loss
trickling from her eye...
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backstreetdreamer
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2004-08-05 01:28:40]
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Re: High and low.
(User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on
Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 01:51:42 AM AEST
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Sad but written with much compassion.
Aa masterpeice.
luv, huggs,
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