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[title] => savages
[time] => 2005-05-23 17:54:42
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[bodytext] => There rests a place amidst the gardens of solitude In this haven, for a chosen tribe, The air is scarce for loss of altitude The gardens which flaunt delicate flowers While the time passes slower then any hour The tribesmen sit under their respective trees Writing each own memoirs The chosen tribe of the gardens of solitude Are going to war Inherently a peaceful nation, They were forced by colonists to resist They have lived in these gardens since this world did exist The chosen tribe has only one option They must defend their home Nestled among the gardens that flow, There are bound to be some severed thorns But the tribesmen sit under their tree and write Their ambitious words with out scorn If ever the feeling of desperateness and trepidation This left the chosen tribe forlorn Kingdoms, once their neighbors, Have fallen to these savage men who come They are said to plunder and rape Until they feel or care to be done This is the tribe’s only escape, They must stand and be ready to fight The pens with which they write Have been promptly traded for sharp blades tonight The footsteps of the savages Approach in the near distance A trap has been set, A wall has been built for resistance. Now all that is left is persistence. The chosen tribe initially hesitant, Now fights hard and charge the battle lines The gardens of roses and dandelions Quickly shatter, Under the hoofs of the savages who fight The secrets of the chosen tribe Are in jeopardy of being compromised While the savage’s burn the homes And begin to bleed men from their eyes The night owl, perched And awake with keen interest Becomes disgusted He closes his eyes and screams The chosen tribe Of the gardens of solitude Was murdered in my dreams… --------------------- -------------- [comments] => 2 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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