((6) The Elite Of The Pure Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente

((6) The Elite Of The Pure

Rating: 2.9


To the chosen,
Those of evil stare,
Who spread weeds,
And administer venom,
Those who hide the keys,
And water misery,
Who cut grass
Before it grows,
Dark hate reapers,
Those who trace talent
To wipe out its footsteps,
Winners in the rat race,
adapted survivors
who establish beaten tracks,
those who hide their truth
in the fear they inspire,
always getting rot,
to you, scum.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Declan McHenry 21 July 2006

Luis, grand stirring stuff indeed.

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Joscephine Gomez 13 May 2007

Magnifico! This is a poem by a master of his craft.

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Magda Graf 13 May 2007

I don't know who 'inspired' you to write these powerful words, but I sure know some to whom they fit perfectly - alas.

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Dr Antony Theodore 03 June 2017

Who cut grass Before it grows, Dark hate reapers, Those who trace talent To wipe out its footsteps, there is so much of power in your poem.. there are facts and truths and there is so much natural anger too born from the truth....... thank you. dear poet. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 October 2015

And water misery. Nice poem.

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Noha El3wdy 27 May 2009

those who hide their truth in the fear they inspire, always getting rot, to you, scum i will use your words to take revenge, thanks it is exactly what some people really deserve. wooow, i am happy now.10+++

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Amber Roser 09 February 2009

this is amazing i absolutely love it! ! ! ! i stumbled on to a movie called zeitgeist and ths is a perfect epitaph for the 'global elite' that it talks about. 10/10

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Sarwar Chowdhury 03 October 2008

Ammmmmazing and powerful indeed............10

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