jackals circle on a carrion high
divisive blood dripping down their jowls
as flooded chasms drawn in the sand
drown out a cacophony of abuse
march goodly soldier
march now to my beat
for the side i am on does not reveal in its privacy
my life is not open to interpretation
i am who i am
and i choose who i speak to
and i choose when not to
i choose who i trust
and those i do not trust
you who stabs in the dark
diguised by the light
listen to my voice carefully
for you will hear no cowardice squeak out of me
i who stands tall on my stand
reveal my side
i am the side with what is right
i am not with the conniving
and the treacherous
i am the side with honesty
the side of purity
the side of love
i am the side of the hard working
the sane
i am the side of integrity
in an incongruous world
i spit in the eyes of the damning
to hell with you all
those dressed in anagrams
and epigrams
to hell with you
to hell with those i cared for
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~Joseph
Powerful piece Sara!!
Hope you okay girl!!
Smile :))).....this one has a strong impact!!
Love Tinka
~~Linda~~
in the final analysis - only devouring themselves and burning the bridges behind
them. (And they know that) But life goes on and you are strong and don't need to involve yourself inthis. Just write your beautiful poetry and move on. Bill Murray
Julie :)
Excellent,
Reindeer
blast of a grand write of honor.
Excellent veribage and imagery
Excellent
PJ