The Crowd
by Patrick Patterson
Monday, November 26, 2001
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From where she stands the city seems.
So very very small.
Her broken heart and shattered dreams.
Don't matter much at all.
Alas, to simply close her eyes.
Let go and disappear.
"Hey jump", someone below her cries,
As the crowd began to cheer.
What love be lost, sustain such sorrow.
In such a desperate way.
That finds no reason for tomorrow.
In whose hand does she lay?
That death be dismal entertain,
The people who draw near.
Who greet her passion with disdain.
As the crowd began to cheer.
Angelic anguish dare display
That finds no place to hide.
As her last moments ticked away.
The crowd below her cried,
"Do It lady, just let go".
"Bet she lands right here."
Evil be the joy they show.
As the crowd began to cheer.
How strange must be so far above.
When a life is on the line.
That in a world so short of love,
A death will do just fine.
How heartless be the gathered crowd.
To glory in her fear.
And wish for someones death out loud.
As the crowd began to cheer.
Girl, I was there I saw it all.
I'll never be the same.
How they rejoiced to see you fall,
And never knew your name.
I once hoped for the human race.
But can no more my dear.
I looked at them, and saw my face.
As the crowd began to cheer.
As they were me, so I was you.
God grant us eyes to see.
That part of us fell with you too.
So it must surely be.
That as we laughed, alike we fell,
And no one shed a tear.
Thus death touched each of us as well.
When the crowd began to cheer.
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The horror is that this really happened.
C-2000 Patrick patterson
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
11/29/2001 |
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Patrick, this is so true what you are writing. Some people live joyously at the painful expense of others.
Great poem here.
Your poet friend,
Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Evelyn Gale (Reader) |
11/28/2001 |
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| A true comment on humankind (or unkind); how I wish it were not so. With what compassion, with what gentleness you treat a brutal situation and the callousness of the observers/participants. I was struck by your bio page poetry. An endeavor worthy of a child of God. |
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| Reviewed by Trixie Love |
11/27/2001 |
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Hi Patrick,
This one is beautiful, sad and so true...
I never could understand
how someone could be so
joyous, at the expence of
someone else's pain...
Excellent write...
Patrick,
I tried to reply to your
message...for some reason
it's not going through..
However, i did contact
the den...hopefully they
will rectify this problem
I just wanted to thank you for your heart touching mail...
Hugs,
Trixie |
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
11/26/2001 |
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Patrick, 'beware the crowd' indeed...the tale you tell holds true throughout the ages. The crowd made a holiday out of witnessing a hanging in Tyburn. The crowd cheered as French aristocrats (women and children) were carted to the guillotine...and the crowd today can be just as heartless.
It takes a huge catastrophe to bring about compassion and union...in the end, human nature never changes.
Gina |
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
11/26/2001 |
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the words, "angelic anguish dare display
that finds no place to hide" are key words in your poem...inspired writing, Patrick. i won't soon forget these words. |
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