Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin


! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Elena.... - Poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

if linguists frown not
I hold this name out
to tyrants to armies
with daggers of madness drawn
Elena... I shall whisper to
disease and hunger and mistrust
and with these offering
I shall seek
to become barrier (though meek)
amidst strong and weak
a living breathing apology
for sins I never did
Elena.....

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  • Bronze Star - 2,149 Points Elena Sandu (4/27/2014 6:10:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for share, my friend, if in a million pieces I'd be cut to be spread and burried to grow into a million trees of love and peace, how gladly I would throw myself between all armies.
    If disease and hunger and mistrust could melt away with only words my pen would gladly die of overwork.
    But worthless I was born, and so I'd die, I'd never stop the wars disease or hunger for the mistrust into own force, keeps being strongly tied around my bones...I have no drop of power and no force at all... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 5, 2012



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