Monday, November 9, 2009

they cry.....they pray.....

all of these children......
grown and not.......
searching for love and mitigation and emeralds.......
all of these children.......
wearing suits and ties to work, pretending to be men......
whilst 'war torn' battlefields have the blood of their brothers and cousins and loyal dogs in pints by the side of the road......
they cry.....they pray for better times.....
they lock their elderly in closets , in order not to SEE THEM.......
all of gods green children......
SPLATTERED BY DIFFERENCE......
BY JUDGMENT.......
splattered onto the black forest cake, in a way that appears 'decorative'.....and such....
whilst the splatterings are back splash from the cut limbs of their cousins......
the ones dressed in suits and ties.....

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