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Of All Other Genocides
By Eadgar Anton Crowe
A child cries, a mother dies
The father up in smokeÂ
Of all the other genocidesÂ
This one travels home
Marry me in agony, cherish my descentÂ
From magick to tragic,Â
A quiet, unprotested form of rent
Make me believe in hopeless things
To dull my dying nerves
I fall in line and die in mass
Along with other herds
Crucify my burning limbs
Alight with years of work
The constant pounding of my heart
Into worthless earth
Charge my age with imprisonmentÂ
And blame my feral bedÂ
My mind, a crime
Against the wallsÂ
You've all but built in my head
A simple uncontested truthÂ
The fantasy of youthÂ
The young die early now
A world of hate lay in waitÂ
Ambush for love's first fruitÂ
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Copyright 2016 Christopher Allen
Published on Sunday, November 14, 2021.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, September 1, 2017, worm
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very nice! ~worm~
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On Friday, October 28, 2016, Noel Haiasi
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Wow. That was...awesome for lack of better word. That first stanza had me hook, line and sinker. Had to read the whole thing twice. Superb write friend, keep it up.
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A former member wrote:
I really liked this a lot...very well done!
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On Friday, October 28, 2016, Lady Grinning Soul
(143) wrote:
The first stanza is quite strong and reminds me a bit of the way one would tell a nursery rhyme. I really enjoyed the flow of this in its entirety and the natural pauses you gave in places.
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