They are busy pulling down their own home
On their own head
For they are free.
They have been so too long
And now they feel bored of their freedom
Fathered by an impotent wretch
On a barren whore.
A malignant growth spreads apace
With an impassive face
One by one it kills all the cells
Both living and dead
When this gangrenous race
Has rotten to its very core
What will that eunuch time hold
For the survivors in store?
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A contest entry
- Freedom by Darkwell.
550 points, ended December 21, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Oh yes, this has a nice touch of the rotten nature of our repellent society to it. Or maybe it just reminds me of right wing politicians and bankers...............
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loveyoubabe
100% correct you are my friend and thanks for the comment.
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Its ok... but your a retarded "poet" whos not gonna get anywhere
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Say what?
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:: claps insanely ::
Wow. I absolutely loved this. You did a fantastic, incredible job with the prompt. Congratulations on your honorable mention!!
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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freedom rotting away through complacency is a awful thing when all we gotta do is appreciate it and strive for it in life i love the visuals in this almost like a cancer that eats our freedom with evil and greed. lovely
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