Sirens
Sirens,sirens in my head o my God 9 are dead ,sirens,sirens,in my ears all through the night and all through the day when does it end and what do we say.Mother are crying and their children are dying only God can help us out of this mess so mother's,father's start to pray all through the night and day only God can make this pAST way strenght.Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Special Lady | 1 | 11/14/2009 |
| Life: | 0 | 11/14/2009 |
| Never would have made it | 1 | 10/18/2009 |
| Sirens | 0 | 11/15/2009 |
| TENDERNESS | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| HOPE.. | 0 | 07/31/2009 |
| God Creation | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Death | 1 | 06/11/2009 |
| Original Peoples | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| A True Mother | 2 | 05/31/2009 |
| The Rose | 0 | 05/05/2009 |
| THE PRAYER OF THE RIGHTOUS | 0 | 04/07/2009 |
| love | 3 | 04/07/2009 |
| Be Ready!!!!!!!! | 4 | 04/03/2009 |
| Be Ready!!!!!!!! | 0 | 04/03/2009 |
| THE BLOOD | 2 | 03/23/2009 |
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