Freedoms song wilts silently
casting circuses along the way.
Midnight roads fade within
distant breezes screams.
Caught between government,
branches break the weak.
Digging graves shallow backdrops
upon dying willow leaves.
Crying crimson teardrops
our children beg...
mercy please!
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest by Grey Mouser.
450 points, ended October 6, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Heavy Hearted
Comments
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interesting write . . congrats on the gold
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Wonderful metaphor and imagery instilled within this. When those freedoms that were fought for so hard, so long ago, become tainted and withheld, do we seek to bring about revolution. Very nicely written, thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser
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