Matthias Pantaleon

Freshman - 567 Points (August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

A Weak Generation - Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

We have been besiege
by an herb of nomads
They punched us in the face
and draw the first blood

They have taken over our feelings
For we do not know what to feel
How to cry, nor what to fear
And certainly; when to fight

We quarrel among ourselves
Draw sword for the sons of our father
While the enemy cheers at us
And empty and our barn

We are the enemy
We are at each other's throat
While the nomad lay with our sisters
And drink our milk


Comments about A Weak Generation by Matthias Pantaleon

  • Rookie - 297 Points Chris G. Vaillancourt (5/8/2014 11:17:00 AM)

    I thought this such a delightful write. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,845 Points Herbert Guitang (4/24/2014 10:49:00 PM)

    A mirror of message in our hearts (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 5, 2014


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