Joe Smith


The Idea Of Earth - Poem by Joe Smith

Death
Dieing
Dead

Immune we are to such things
For those came to pass
Upon entering in

Pain
Hate
Greed

Suction of the beast
Only separating strong and weak
Simple games my friend

Turning round
Ourselves
Do we dance

Will you remember
Or have you forgot
Hell my friend
Is this ground
Is this pot.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 8, 2011


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