Theodore Foster Poems

It was a shadowy night,
The wind pushing and snapping trees,
The lightning like a silent torch,
The thunder bellowing sadness,
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We have watched them,
They are blind to us,
Under constant fear of invasion they lived,
Then it happens,
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Running,
Foot steps loud behind me,
Doors locked,
No way out,
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It is a disease spreading from person to person,
Infecting them all,
It is death,
Carrying you screaming away,
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There is a danger in us,
In him,
In her,
In us,
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The sky a diamond,
Not a problem in sight,
The breeze crisp as an apple,
Everything under our control,
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The Giver

Burning Up
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It is the cheetah,
Racing after its prey,
Then catching up,
And ripping it to shreds,
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I can feel it coming for me,
Death is beckoning my soul,
I have flash backs,
Of the pity and sorrow throughout my life,
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Is it really necessary,
To purge our neighbors of there land with guns,
To send our brothers to the cemetery,
And still think of these sins as acts of valor,
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