a dead metal bird
another one lay brokenwings crumpled
bits smoking,
so close to home
and they hide the truth
as they do the dead.
Five more creatures
gremlin like
again
are loose on society.
and we smile as they
walk pass.
I want a photo
proof
but they won't let me
-they want to hide tne
dead.
if only i could help
because i knew
before it happened.
Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2007-07-09 at 09:41
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