THOUGHTS FROM NOWHERE


What is this place of human disgust?
When did the anger replace the trust?
How come we bleed and still ask for more?
Is it at all possible to end this war?

I guess I'm naive to want a change,
but this place's already turned deranged.
I guess it's too late to raise my voice,
it can't possibly be heard above all this noise.

We're all trapped inside this maze we built.
It's made out of shame, it's made out of guilt.
The entrance is blocked by our fear of loss.
And so we end up with nothing but a cross.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-12-04 at 00:46

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Kathy Lockhart
This is an excellent anti-war poem. It reminds of those from the 60's during the Viet Nam war. Also, I think Bob Dylan would really appreciate its content and rhyme pattern. I can just hear him singing it with his acoustic guitar and harmonica.
2006-12-04