042910n While We Are Awake Poem by Manonton Dalan

042910n While We Are Awake



parch lips, wind blowing
teary eyes. sleep calling
embers flying hungry crying
a sword deep inside cutting

could there be a deer
yes, to wander near
the reach of my eagle's eye
before all of us soon die

cruel world on our feet
beneath is enormous wealth
only the bearded dare to take
god give us food while we are awake

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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