Posted by IsoM on February 20, 2002, at 18:02:51
In reply to (poem anarchy) THE BEAUTIFUL BOYS, THE DEAD BOYS , posted by kid_A on February 19, 2002, at 23:00:29
Your poem was strangely beautiful, frightening, & provocative at the same time. I don't understand it all but the imagery is intense! I'm not sure what's symbolic or what's real from your viewpoint. In my darkest periods, I'll listen to punk or grunge music real loud - angry music to try to purge the anger from me. Ever here of Social Distortion? Their music is good for that.
Never, ever could write poetry myself. One son wrote this when he was 16 & very sick of the whole world.
"A child cries in the early morn, surrounded by bodies of the dead.
Grass soaked in blood tells a tale of earlier events -
Faces frozen in horror as they meet death in agony.
Generals march their armies forward with me at their heels.
Who sees me coming until my mark is left?
I am not love. I am not hate. I have no emotion until my work is done.
I am each sword. I am each man. I live off the hate people feel.
I am death. I am war.As wind blows on the open field,
I sit back and know all I have done.
Real? I am as real as you, yet made by the monsters deep in your soul.
Once you have met me you can't forget my face,
For looking back at me, you see yourself and hate me for it.
Books are written on me. Stories are told of me.
You can't wash your hands of the evil you have done,
For who sees me coming until my mark is left?
I am not love. I am not hate. I have no emotion until my work is done.
I am each sword. I am each man. I live off the hate people feel.
I am death. I am war.
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