Rockets streak across the skies,
strategic and swift in their ways,
all major centers shall be struck,
it marks the end of freedoms days.
Prayers are whispered with hopes,
a denial of the simple facts,
as the reaper waits patient for everyone,
in the foolishness of mankind’s acts.
Author notes
Option # 1 http://frozenstarro.deviantart.com/art/Farewell-85472669
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Comments
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I really love your take on the prompt. I pondered for a bit.. reading your poem and then I went back to look at the prompt.. I'm amazed. I really really love this poem
excellent job on both..
good luck
kat
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Great take on the prompt, and good luck, Poet!
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are you singing it right now?
coz I can hear it
great strumming lol
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