Treasure Island

Seeker Of Truth

(September 8th 1979 / West Yorkshire, England)

Why?


My tears fall
My supplications flow
My heart aches
My soul shivers
Atrocities, oppression, cruelty, a holocaust reborn so clear to the naked eye
Why has the world turned a blind eye?

Submitted: Tuesday, December 30, 2008

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  • Laila lili (1/4/2009 10:28:00 AM)

    Wow very nice and i agree with you but if the truth words change the world we will see it more safe and beautiful
    keep up
    * i hope to read one of my poems and tell me your opinion
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  • Tai Chi Italy (12/30/2008 10:44:00 AM)

    Because they are scared of the Israel/American alliance. Cowards the lot of them....May justice be seen to be done in 2009

    Praying for a ceasefire

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