wardha jawdat

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...Saints Dont Live Here Any More.... - Poem by wardha jawdat

i die a million deaths
at the hands of a million whores
i'm sold over and over again
across countless shifting shores
i have no scared temple left
where i can rest a sacred note
there is noone to quench my thirst
now or forever more
i shall starve for an eternity
before the mannah shall find me
i shall walk nude amongst you wolves
till night's dark cloak doth clothe me
O man i am your Faith
and thou hasth abandoned me
O man that time is not far off
when i too shall abandon thee.....


Comments about ...Saints Dont Live Here Any More.... by wardha jawdat

  • (12/8/2009 11:30:00 AM)


    Beautifully expressed, a reality well conceived and well delivered! (Report) Reply

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  • (12/8/2009 5:17:00 AM)


    tell it like it is bhudda (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009



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