The blood of desolation
toured the camps,
spanning cities
and used shoes.
Steals youth illusions
after committed oaths,
returning again to deception,
just like an offer of future
to a chained slave.
Enriched by forces
let finishes up
as a pale shadow
with cheeks weak.
Mind to drink sips
with guffaws of acceptances
selling life to the trafficked death
along with a shattered mentality.
Only one thing we can do..
Extracting the shoes.
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900 points, ended November 14, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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Sad but excellent write on stark-naked truth.
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Sad
makes one stop and think. A different twist indeed!
Well done.
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