Irreverent.

September 19, 2009
Arms raised in a V for Victory,
Redeemed on top of a mountain,
The price of violence is stamped out in the dirt,
A fault runs through it, mistakes are lying face down
Collapsed on each other, bleeding from internal wounds,
Left to sink into the ground hidden under burlap sacks,
Arms held out, propped up by a thousand unwilling hands,
Palms caked with ruddy dust and fissured with sweat.





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BoosflashThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 15, 2010 at 5:56 pm
this is really neat captain. 5 stars. do your dance.
 
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