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A look into his stone cold eyes
- Read the hatred off his face
You can hear the faint, innocent cries
And the hardness in his elegant pace
And yet you know he cannot mean
All the things you have heard and seen
Behind the rebel wall
You can hear him softly call
Call for help, call for love
Scared of what is above
Constant look, no sway be seen
Angry flare- nasty, mean
You stare back bold and strong,
Now he doesn’t know
Where his feelings belong
The hate slowly unfolds ,
Melts into the air
He ruffles, nervously, his hair
He hears the faint, innocent cries
Feels the blood as each one dies
His head falls down, his armour falls
Yet he ignores the pained calls
Goes on his tired way
But has never forgotten
this day.
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nice SOF-JanineG | Jul 3rd, 2006
this poem is lovely. i read it over and over and i can relate to the poem. i write poems also i have been writing for 3 years.but i just wrote you to say i like your poem
cool Roja | Jul 5th, 2006
i luv ur poem. ur name is almost like mine!
mine is ranoja
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