a lamentation on the general attitude of the advantaged classicist over the less privillage.
in ocen of hopeless courage,
a finger dare i raise, to the classicist,
not thee even with trust, oh! romaticist.
in acock my heart crieth,
to whom in hope, it calleth?,
in hopeless knowledge oh, heart thou waiteth,
how long in tarry silence shall i wait.
silence my rose and source of agony
how long more can i clam thee with cunny,
from doleful winds that criss cross my cone,
dessert away, oh, thou who fathered me?
my clarion call to thee sympathy pleads,
is it my world? oh, thou who bore me?,
drunk thou mayeth be in thy crudeness,
an ear pray i, to my lamentation.
austin wobo
Poetry by austin wobo
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 20:32
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watch of a hopeless knowledge,in ocen of hopeless courage,
a finger dare i raise, to the classicist,
not thee even with trust, oh! romaticist.
in acock my heart crieth,
to whom in hope, it calleth?,
in hopeless knowledge oh, heart thou waiteth,
how long in tarry silence shall i wait.
silence my rose and source of agony
how long more can i clam thee with cunny,
from doleful winds that criss cross my cone,
dessert away, oh, thou who fathered me?
my clarion call to thee sympathy pleads,
is it my world? oh, thou who bore me?,
drunk thou mayeth be in thy crudeness,
an ear pray i, to my lamentation.
austin wobo
Poetry by austin wobo
Read 286 times
Written on 2007-02-16 at 20:32
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