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Kevin Lee

Rookie (11-07-1997 / Colombo)

What Bribes at Death?


Sun arises, defaces darkness,
City in lanterns, gives way for the harness.
A morning begins, concludes the night:
But what more hopes, for a man in fright?

Only the active dullness repeats its monotony,
With a clearly visible sky of harmony.
A troop of children walks past my sight:
But what more hopes, for a man in fright?

Stake stamps heart, snipers sneeze fire,
Primary lesson, still remember from the shire.
And now I've moved to face the fight:
But what more hopes, for a man in fright?

Struggled for meals, with desire for life,
Money was the need for the passions in life.
Only an hour for the rope so tight:
BUT WHAT MORE HOPES, FOR A MAN IN FRIGHT?

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013

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(23.01.2013)

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  • Gold Star - 10,433 Points Ramesh Rai (9/26/2013 10:43:00 PM)

    Struggled for meals, with desire for life,
    Money was the need for the passions in life.
    Only an hour for the rope so tight:
    BUT WHAT MORE HOPES, FOR A MAN IN FRIGHT?
    A great write. (Report) Reply

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