The age of war
The Age Of War
A child cries right outed
The mothers tears uncounted
The love spread through the wound
A met the heart all to soon
This boy will be ferocious
You may think this is atrocious
The boy will pay you back
Before you stab him in the back
Do not Deni his liberty
For though you know not of his trinity
His quizzical thoughts abound
For this is the age of war
poetryqueen09 commented on The age of war
05-21-2009
05/30/2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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