Rich Mans War
By Simply Me
I look into the eyes of the almost whole and watch the struggle between
the dead of despair and a flicker of the living hope, permanently entangled,
each one trying to catch it's breath.
In a heap, I collapse into the mud that was made from the boots that stepped
on me as those more fortunate march on by. Skin and bones, I am wishing
to be buried so that I might live again in another place and time.
I imagine walking through that valley, as the shadow of death comes over
me and again, I fear every evil combined, for only a moment. And I know
my place in this world is small in a cold shadow so big, so deliberate,
so powerful, but I keep walking.
It is the meek who will carry the armor and wear it proudly. Hunger burns
our bellies, but we'll eat our faith so that it sustains us for another
day. The other side listens to the sound of their importance grow as each
coin falls onto the pile. Their hunger never satisfied. I wonder how much
longer they'll allow me to be free before they kill me.
Comments on "Rich Mans War"
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On Monday, November 12, 2007, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
"the sound of their importance grow as each coin falls onto the pile. Their hunger never satisfied. I wonder how much longer they'll allow me to be free before they kill me." Wow...I like this very much. Excellent imagery! Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
wow i liked it. beautiful yet it has such a deeper meaning then what you can see. Fantastic job
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On Friday, August 24, 2007, The Crimson Queen
(918) wrote:
This piece has a way of lightly cutting through the skin, though remaining hopeful. Beautiful.
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On Friday, August 24, 2007, Bella Butchery
(724) wrote:
reflective...
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A former member wrote:
This was very intriguing. I liked it.