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Death And Rebirth Of Word
DescriptionA little poem about death and rebirth of word. Maybe is just for me. But it can apply to many people who lived under dictatorial regimes. Any kind of comment appreciated
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Death And Rebirth Of Word
Tennage I was when I saw
some violent creatures
with human’s face
nailing the word
on a big cross.
I saw it dying
while nailed there,
like Jesus
Now I pray every day
for its rebirth,
Forgetting the crimes
of those violators and the sneering
of that heartless crowd.
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Monday, 13th December 2010 | 02:34 pm
Monday, 13th December 2010 | 05:37 pm
Monday, 13th December 2010 | 08:11 pm
Tuesday, 14th December 2010 | 11:10 pm
Interesting! It's a poem to be thought about which I highly enjoy!! For some reason I saw angry teenagers being cruel to animals? Jeering at the pain in another living being, relishing in it's suffering. Indeed like Jesus' suffering! thank you for posting! I can think about this for a long enough time !!
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