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[title] => A hidden place
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[bodytext] => The lonely dry fields lay before him Calling to him softly What draws him to this secret place? Who has put him in this hole? Looking round he remembers how Rose like flowers grow among the tall grasses Skeleton, withered, and dwarfed trees A flash before him Brings the morning light To squint and squeeze his eyes from sleep just so he can see A tiny singing yellow bird sits atop the dusty sill Chirping, singing happily What can I possibly do? Water Cracks a outstretched hand As it reaches through the darkness Running searching for a bucket That can be lowered down. Then slowly His filthy head emerges From beneath a dirt encrusted blanket Sunlight stung and burned What seemed foreign to his eyes. When no ones looking , He finally said III slip back with food and some drink III hid them it my napkin and III keep it on my lap And when my father turns his head III slip some more in The story goes that there were two twins One born and was viewed as normal While the twin was viewed as inept Could his own father been apart of having put him there? Supposing he wood die Yet someone else did see Knowing about this secret place And Kept the baby safe all this time? But as luck would have it His own kin had discovered it. Climbing down the hole to see And gaze upon this face Seeing the sins of Our common fathers By the questioning tortured look upon his face But that was not the case The child in the hole is captive His ankles chained therein Because of Political, Suicidal, Idiotic Beliefs. Using a Child as a Bartering tool Yet the Village, town or Country goes on With its daily living And acts as if Nothings wrong A dark secret hidden deep Was stumbled upon by mistake Whisper [comments] => 3 [counter] => 384 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Whisper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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