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Guilt of the man from the land of judas

Contributed by crazyn on Saturday, 16th September 2006 @ 04:34:23 PM in AEST
Topic: political




It felt so scary
And It looks so wrong
The bomb has killed a thousand people

I am dead in my living body
Feel deader than the corpses that came out of the rubble

I am walking past the crumbled houses
That destroyed a little boy’s house
Toy cars scattered at the pavement

A flooded street heightens epidemics
A little girl sits there trying to collect some water for her ill father
The pipes busted by bomb shells

The place looks worse than hell
It seems all this was caused by an evil spell
How could I do this to all these people
We all smiled when we fired the rockets
And now I see people crying for food
A man scavenges without an eye in his socket

Here I am walking with a grenade in my pocket
Young lady clenching a tiny locket
Enquires if I had seen her mother?

In her eyes I can see my little sister living in luxury
And I can see her looking for mum.

I’ve pulled the pin
You might see my body in a dust bin
Because the guilt has killed me
Boom. Bye Bye.





Copyright © crazyn ... [ 2006-09-16 16:34:23]
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Re: Guilt of the man from the land of judas (User Rating: 1 )
by Light_to_your_Darkness on Saturday, 16th September 2006 @ 06:50:20 PM AEST
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that's so sad...but oddly I can imagine it happening. I like the write.


Re: Guilt of the man from the land of judas (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Sunday, 17th September 2006 @ 06:17:39 PM AEST
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Pretty sad poem. An Israeli would probably ask: Are you Hamas or PLO? I will not do that though. I might get in trouble. Who started that mess anyway? Did any rockets land in Israel? Oh... never mind.


Re: Guilt of the man from the land of judas (User Rating: 1 )
by vr91476 on Monday, 24th January 2011 @ 03:27:35 PM AEST
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interesting




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