in seclusion for
weeks at a time your eyes join
my weeping ones
up front about that
flower yet to be destroyed
bloodshot with money
falling from pockets
filling brokers with sadness
lets spread the wealthy
to Haitian babies
burnt out from crying no more
apathetic souls
strangely connect with
those tarnished war mongers
splitting our country
red and blue and green
like videotaped lies
spread over youtube
Author notes
ASH-ES'
AP name: Amergin
A contest entry
- NO CLICHE ! YES PREWRITES ! by Anu-Nataraj.
400 points, ended November 28, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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