This may be my last write
as terrorists take away this right.
They spread disease in paper and ink.
Now we cannot scribe, only think.
I will miss you paper, and you pen,
I do not know if we will meet again.
If they can use it, we destroy it,
That is what the GOV's see fit.
I don't know if writing this will make me die,
but I do know that this is... goodbye.
Author notes
I dunno, if they can put bombs in water bottles and now we can't bring our drinks, then what's next? Paper-touch explosives? Pen-C4?
A contest entry
- one last time. by crimsonfury.
300 points, ended October 10, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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god help me if this is the next resort. i need my paper and pens to survive in this cruel world.
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I do hope that isn't the next step, I don't think I'd survive without my notepad and pens
Great write x
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Very nicely said. I saw the title and actually thought you were done with the site.
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it is a harrowing thought, isn't it? you portrayed it well. yet somehow, to me, the end rhyme seems to trivialise the message a little.
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Seriously.
What the hell is this world coming to?
Good job.
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