Bombs fall fast from blood red skies,
Finding their targets to be anyone,
Anything,
Raping the land, Chaotic phallic symbol.
Bursting the womb of the motherland it strikes,
Loosing the children of hate.
And blood rains down.
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Poem By: flannelman
Poetry
this is what happens when i read to much ginsberg and then write. View table of contents...
Submitted: Jan 30, 2008 Reads: 33 Comments: 3 Likes: 0
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Use to be clubs and bows and arrows.
Posted: Jan 30, 2008
Chill, Goth Boy!
Posted: Feb 10, 2008
lol, i had been reading lots of stream-of-consciousness political writing that day...lots of beat stuff.
Posted: Feb 11, 2008
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