Isaac Helms

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The Tribe - Poem by Isaac Helms

The tribe sentences you to exile
Punishment for the evil you have done
No more will speak your name
Falter to ash

Alone walking on the road
More people will die
Set free the angels to fly
On a new holiday
Bow your head and pray

Nightmares come into the light
Take rest during the night
Found you with someone else
You were lying thigh to thigh
Only thing to say is why

Seen the anger in my eyes
Listening to hear more lies
There is nothing to save
Looking on my unmarked grave

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 16, 2006

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