One Of Poem by Marton Dezso

One Of

Rating: 5.0


One of the youngest species
yet the skin of mother itches
of us. We got proud and many
loud and heavy
locusts. With feet we
tramp the purpose
with brain and will-
with this good old fear
to die. Better to kill?
We try.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh Rai 20 January 2012

but who is one. but a nice poem

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Dave Walker 20 January 2012

Really like it, a great poem.

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