49 Pain Transmuted Poem by Saiom Shriver

A child's cries in the store
disappear with a cruel parent walking him out the door
but....the cries remain in the heart
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Humane slaughter.. an oxymoron.. from those who don't
know.. oxen aren't morons
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As small flowers bloom at the tips of glaciers so do
children unluckier than I survive around cold parents.
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Crocodiles shed crocodile tears which blend invisiblly with riverdrops
when they are underwater. They cry perhaps when they are hunted.
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Margaret, when we see the Pieta, we think of you. But the
frozen marble of pain has turned to rising joy.
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The ice does not in pain scream when in the sun he melts into stream nor does he scream when he climbs into spiraling steam.
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Is a swamp a pond.. in a state of despond?
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