Beyond A Dozen Fireworks

Beyond A Dozen Fireworks

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Genre: Mystery and Crime

Houses:

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Houses:

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a poem with some kind of story
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a poem with some kind of story

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Submitted: June 03, 2008

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Submitted: June 03, 2008

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I was here,
Living in a cage
Lived my whole life in a cage
Did nothing but to sweep the floor
And cry for being re-arranged
?
They beat me up whenever they want to
They all gather and watch
What a person like me can’t hide;
?
They were laughing
And I was screaming,
Screaming for me
Screaming for nothing…
?
I grew up in prison
Letting the days be wasted
I have nothing to do
But to weep and keep
All the empty things inside,
Inside of me…
?
Nobody cared for me
Except for my mother
Nobody gazed at me
Like what my mother did…
?
But she went away…
Passed away with my tears
With the oh-so fast array
In an oh-so distant sky
That I’ll never reach
Nor touch…
?
All day I hold the bars
Watching all the others
Being visited and brought foods
?
Now I’m starving
But there’s no food to eat,
For somehow
They gave me left overs
And I have nothing to do
But to take it;
Take them all,
Or starve to death…
?
Everyday, I see big men fighting
Full of huge punches and kick
There were scars as they bleed,
You know, it kills like hell,
And it’s no good to dwell…
?
I never had education,
Never felt a single touch of it
I never knew what its like
To play the guitar
And hold the remote,
To be free
And jump wild,
No, I never felt that
?
I don’t know table manners
Even the food you may be eating
Never experience to play ball,
Chess or even taekwondo
?
All I am,
Nothing I was,
My brain is empty,
My heart is empty…
?
I grew up in prison
For somewhat reason
Like my mother killed a man,
But all she did
Is to protect me…
?
They took mom and dad away from me
Nothing was left for me,
I’m an old rotten rag now
Wandering the streets,
Begging for piloncitos
?
Every second of a day
Come to me like years,
Every minute that slips away
Leave the time like a decade,
Every breathe I take
Is only pollution,
And I,
I died in the city street
For being bumped of a huge truck,
I died…
?
I passed a way
Never knowing
What was love meant to say
And the place they call home to stay…;
I never knew them,
Not until I met this day…

WALLART


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