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Why It Don't Apply To Me

Poetry By: Stormbird Throneshaker
Poetry


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Poem written 01/25/2013


Submitted:Jan 25, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Way back when, even then,

there was such turmoil.

From the cradle to when Cain killed Abel,

there cried out the tainted soil.

Nations rise and nations fall,

then the winters come.

Man looks back for a second, that's all,

then forgets what he has done.

The Golden rule that we learned in school,

why it don't apply to me.

Did you ever wear the shoes of a fool,

so blind that they can't see.

Ask them how, even now,

they shrug their shoulders.

From the pebbles to when the blood settles,

on those flat top sacrificial boulders.

Hands rise and hands fall,

then the fist strikes.

Husbands beat their wives for life, no law,

drunk with hate dark as nights.

The Golden rule that we learned in school,

why it don't apply to me.

Did you ever wear the shoes of a fool,

so blind that they can't see.

So ask where, even there,

hidden in the trees.

From the people to when Goliath was steeple

and David's rock set them free.

Children rise and children fall,

then the crying starts.

Do they ever ask you why, the wall,

you built before breaking their hearts.





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