Call it Guernica, call it pain.
Believe it or not, it’s rooted with distain.
Numbers and counting, high and low.
Hatred is the attraction of today’s show.
Destruction by Association and liars holding hands.
The sheep are herded to the house while we watch in the stands.
Doctor, doctor, tell it to me straight.
Are you just the predator and I’m just the bait?
We’re no long the masters of our fates, nor the captains of our souls.
We’re all just cars on the highway losing money to the tolls.
Hatred is the poison that courses through our veins.
Packed in like cattle on the Germans’ trains.
A contest entry
- Dark & Simple by Xxxxxxxxx.
666 points, ended April 17, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Deep Dark Thoughts by Abstract Image.
330 points, ended August 11, 2007, 57 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Darker Than The Abyss by DancingShadowCorpse.
900 points, ended September 20, 2007, 91 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmmm...
Dark thoughts... not exactly dark poetry howver. Rather simple I guess without the high risk factor to it.
Dq'd, nothing personal
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Nice! I love it! In a way, it is very much filled with truth and honesty.. yet it is so dark and deppressing at the same time. Very well penned!
'We’re no long the masters of our fates, nor the captains of our souls.
We’re all just cars on the highway losing money to the tolls.'
I sincerely enjoyed reading this poem, thank you for entering and goodluck!
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wow so little said but heard very loud i really liked this poem and i must tell you that it is better then some of the poems in my contest...good luck.
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Sometimes being different will be the death of you...people suck.
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