ODD GATHERING

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
THIS POEM PRESENTS THE CURRENT SITUATION OF THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST THE WORLD FINDS ITSELF IN. IT IS PRESENTED IN FORM OF ALEGORY, FEATURING TREES PLOTTING AGAINST AND KILLING EACH OTHER.

Submitted: July 26, 2010

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ODD GATHERING

Oh! How could axes and saws invade this forest

Of peace, causing heavy bloodshed. The saws snuffle

For preys and their victims fall not by raffle.

Unlucky trees have been stabbed in their chest.

Oh! How suddenly this calmness has got vanished,

Peace, justice are no longer found in this haven.

Many have been killed by the army of heaven.

Strong hordes of raged trees have got them smashed.

I see saws crying on big and small trees, all kinds.

Can you believe some cedars are, for joy, clapping?

They are lurking behind a pretense of sadness, lying.

Hired woodcutters, is this mess not bothering your minds?

Can you feel on you this breeze of cemetery

Combing your hair carrying locusts of death,

Leaving behind blood galore and trees with no breath

Moaning, crying; a sad symphony, not momentary.



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