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Poetry By: Rospi
Poetry


Black clouds hover
a belly full
of acid rain
until all our blood's
flowed down the drain
ebon clouds rumble
pain in their belly
they can squash as
just like jelly.


Submitted:Dec 31, 2006    Reads: 91    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Black clouds hover

a belly full

of acid rain

until our blood's

flowed down the drain

ebon clouds rumble

pain in their belly

they can squash us

just like jelly.

We turn from each other

we shout and complain

"he's driving too slow

driving me insane"

then silence strikes

before the blow

bombs are falling

why

we don't know

We've pushed

we've prodded

we live the unrest

beings being pushed

the ultimate test





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