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Whos' God?
September 12, 2012
Rays of light,
beaming through my mind,
through my prison,
through frozen time
And I kneel,
cold, lost, unforgiving,
but this life was meant for living
A slave, banished here, waiting,
taking time for compensating
Live inside, but dark of heart,
time again I play the part
Blood on the face of humanity,
I see the things none care to see
In my mind they torture the false,
in blackened wounds they rub the holy salt
© Maya K., Madera, CA
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Lia692 said...
on Sep. 15 2012 at 9:12 am
Wow. Perfectly chilling, and a really well-written poem. Great job.
I hope this helps you understand what it feels like for every part of my countries society to have equal rights, except Wiccans.