The stampede of hate

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The stampede of hate

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The stampede of hate

Poem by: Chrysta

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: Chrysta

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

They walk right past me,pushing and shoving,all is a huddled mass where no straggler is saved for pity.Just there,alone on the floor while my bones break under their feet.Soon,It will be too much.

Summary

They walk right past me,pushing and shoving,all is a huddled mass where no straggler is saved for pity.Just there,alone on the floor while my bones break under their feet.Soon,It will be too much.

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Submitted: June 09, 2009

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There is no joy,

In a world of liars,

And judging eyes.

There is just me,

and I.

If I had a voice,

I'd scream with hate.

But I will always be muffled:

By their laughter,

and their calls.

So,

I stay silent,

I stay in solitude,

Because this world has no place for me.


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