Abiding among the Righteous
Immoral, depraved Hunters
Lurking
Take aim at their perceived prey
They descend upon those
Unaware
and grow strong
From the marrow of their bones
Crippling the unsuspected
Pretending to lend a helping hand
Then snatching back before aiding
All the time accepting Praise
Yet anguish, suffering and grief to those
Whose deceptive endeavors
Grieve the Universe
RESTITUTION NOT MET
A contest entry
- My people, my people... by poetryality.
1750 points, ended December 28, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Excellent write - so true!
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This poem is filled with truth. There are those who prey on those unsuspecting. They lend themselves as light but are truly cut from the darkest indigo. Your poem shares with the reader these venomous persons. You expose their trickery well with these words. My goodness...you have made this contest difficult and I am merely half way through the reading process. Thank you ever so much for this entry in my contest. I wish you the best!
Much Love & Light ♥ † ♥
Renee
May Blessings Rain Down on You & Yours in 2008 -
A fine piece with a lot to make us think.
Well done
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