Author: Unknown
Angel
why are you crying
its not fair daddy
whats not fair angel
mum said
i cant talk
about my pretend friends
problems
she says im being ignorant
its not fair
but angel
dont you want to grow up
to be
just like your mum
i do daddy i do
but mum
has lots of pretend friends
but i cant have any
angel
your mother doesnt have
pretend friends
yes she does daddy
mummys on the phone for hours
talking about
her pretend friends problems
you know the ones daddy
the pretending people
on the tele
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
When i look
though these bars
of your disign
when i feel the sun
through the window blinds
when i smell fresh air
when you open the door
i bow my head
and cry
a little more
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
for the sliant tears
of breaking hearts
written for the woman
and children
whos only wish
is to be
simply loved
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Author: Unknown
Does our journey
through the pain and the torture
the rivers of blood
the sacrifices
that we
and our familys
have endured
down through the ages
does it all
end here
has the silent war
that our ancestors fought
so hard
to keep us alive
to bring us back
from the edge
has it all
been in vain
Slowly we are dieing
one by one
while we remain
scattered on this earth
does it all end
here
in this century
the final closeing of the circle
that haunts us
from the past
where greed and ignorance
once again achives
the destruction of our World
where directed chaos
breaks the bones
of our tatterd dreams
to reunite
different colors
different cultures
to reunite
the one tribe
that will bind us
the one tribe
that will set Free
our birth right
the right to be
a Human being
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
Do we not live
in the ruins
of past pious words
do we not tread
the polluted waters
of today
do we not try
to keep afloat
while we hide the fear
of drowning out here
looking
for a place
thats safe
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
The rich
may lose alittle
but they will still
be rich
the poor will lose
nothing
for they will still
be poor
but for you
who call your self
middle class
it shall be you
we will meet
on the streets
and in the parks
with your cardboard blanket
looking
for a place
thats warm
while your children start
over again
trying
to claw back all
that you have lost
all becouse
you had put
your trust
into the ballet box
of hope
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
Maybe im simple
but i dont
understand
why do we hide
in the lands
of twisted speach
why do we hide
from the words
that will give us
alittle freedom
that will make us
stand
head held high
when we see the light
within the eyes
of our child
so why do we hide
from the old
and the young
the crippled
and the ones
yet to come
why do we agree
to be called words
not of our name
words
of twisted meanings
that do nothing
but decay
the very nature
of the light
that used to shine
within their eyes
that used to make you
proud to be alive
yet we hide
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Posted: Dec 2015
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If we say
nothing
and pretend
we do not see
would our conscious agree
that we should persuade
our morals to believe
it was just a figment
a broken piece
of fear and pain
draging
her broken batterd body
from the shadows
of a filthy ally
into the crying rain
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
It is
when we allow
the broken voices
that whisper
inside our head
to grow twisted roots
under our thin skin
of common sense
that slowly strangles
our sense of pride
of being
what we try to hide
forever chained
behind a mask
where our tears reflect
our childrens pain
for not being
what we claim
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
Do we pass by
like strangers
within a field
that could connect us
where empathy
still trys
to touch the blind
where common sense
hangs by a thread
on a damaged bridge
that spans the cracks
between us
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Unknown
We
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
when what we need
only exists
within Foreign lands
a little Peace
for our kids
we
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
where to Live in Peace
is an illusion
broken
by the pain
of seeing pieces
of woman and Children
scatterd upon
this once beutiful land
by those
WHO have been trained
to spread the pain
to break the Peace
we once held
within
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Posted: Dec 2015
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