Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 10.0: May 2004
Turning Point Poem: "Life and Hell"
by Belinda Roddie
Firebirds swoop down
When fist are raised and
Collide with blood spilt
From vast depths
Hands crafted into
Swords, spears,
Teeth misshapen by
Curses.
And the shadows of Hell
Take advantage and
Consume voraciously the deaths
Of falsehood
Vilification
Difference
Afraid
Of mothers beating children
Surprises up one's sleeve
And taken out and used to
Create a decadent place.
Just like Hell.
Underestimating life
Playing with it like a toy
When it can turn on us
Guns
Pointed to the head,
Knives
Jabbing at the
Throat,
Paws and fire
Clawing out of shirts and
Burning our insides.
Was it all to create a Utopia?
Then we have failed miserably.
Life for the innocent has become
Hell.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since May 2004.
by Belinda Roddie
Firebirds swoop down
When fist are raised and
Collide with blood spilt
From vast depths
Hands crafted into
Swords, spears,
Teeth misshapen by
Curses.
And the shadows of Hell
Take advantage and
Consume voraciously the deaths
Of falsehood
Vilification
Difference
Afraid
Of mothers beating children
Surprises up one's sleeve
And taken out and used to
Create a decadent place.
Just like Hell.
Underestimating life
Playing with it like a toy
When it can turn on us
Guns
Pointed to the head,
Knives
Jabbing at the
Throat,
Paws and fire
Clawing out of shirts and
Burning our insides.
Was it all to create a Utopia?
Then we have failed miserably.
Life for the innocent has become
Hell.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since May 2004.
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