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Post by anirbas on Apr 19, 2022 20:55:46 GMT -6
War plays out in real time Reel after reel on the television Anxious children and mothers On the run across borders Fleeing the destruction Of the homes and towns They've left behind
I do not feel like writing anymore I am angry as hell and my back is sore
Easter approaches and the Holy Land Explodes in violent clashes between the People of The Book Why the fuck can't they get along? Easter Passover Ramadan All the same damned scene and concept Sit down break bread not heads together
I do not feel like writing anymore I am angry as hell and my back is sore
Then there's the asshole steps On a New York train takes a knee throws three smoke bombs and begins to make it rain Bullets in the cramped space just for fun Followed by bloody shoot outs at malls And parties in the wrong gd places Body counts and injuries galore
No open spaces left in my head For creating anything I do Not feel like writing anymore I am mad as hell and my back is sore
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Post by darkness0within on Apr 20, 2022 6:48:07 GMT -6
The world around us seems to have gone mad it seems Anirbas. But in truth it has never truly been wholly sane through history.
There has always been conflict large or small throughout the world going back in time. It's a sad fact that some are never happy with anything different, be it another's faith, or sex, or colour of one's skin, or coverts what they do not have. Something the human race must overcome before we can have a hope of realizing our future potential in the cosmos.
A write from the heart... And from the head my friend.
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Post by anirbas on May 13, 2022 21:29:18 GMT -6
Thanks for the read and comments, dear Darkness. Good to see you out and about the place!
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Post by artolmaeus on May 16, 2022 21:37:57 GMT -6
hello my name is Ismael why can't we just leave be that old white whale knocks so gently on the door never more, my back is sore Oh Michael row your boat ashore many rivers are deep and wide but quite so shallow to the ones inside
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