george mathew Poems

As the trees lost in silent darkness in the night
As mountains gathering wisdom in their meditating stance
As flesh talk to the weapon that cuts it
As the arrow whispers to the bow while leaving from it
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They came to our land crying for democracy
They put our children to sleep in the valley with land mines
They sleep with stories they have not been told
They sleep with lessons they have never been taught
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Their names are harmonious
Their missions are similar; one has to end republicans
And the other republics
What if obama has to choose a running mate from Hillary and Osama?
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