2003-11-16 - 9:53 p.m.
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Renga
I see it coming to me
the seemingly daft
and trite in nature have just
given right to wrong
and fire rains not reins
they flow like hairs do flow
and licks the surface
clean of all sin, black is the
color of dead colors done.
change clinks like teeth clink
and hats all folks seem to fill
broken money to broke
men. in there in their tanks and
shells of mayhem magic death
and splendor rarely touches
grace. They fell like sharp snowflakes:
individuals.
and by hope and wasteful ways
we lay waste to the pillaged
who chime like jaws in
stutter claps in frost.
It's same and insane.
Children have easier found
chances for the grip of lost
life and any hope
at cease of weapons firing
the clack of ammo.
Blossoms sprung like roses bloom
in crimson flow of breathing.
Is this what you meant
when you asked outright for cash
and promised freedom
truth and justice. Seemed to fly
away with horrid terror.
BMC
What did you just say? - What's he gonna say next?
