[empty your glass now]
underneath a starless sky
the wicked race goes on
some people cry for money
others in the face of death
the stench of blood-stained hands
twisted world maps
a tophat invisible
(tossed off but still reminiscent
of days past-)
greedy lies
thieves and lovers
sons and daughters
silent voices.
anaemic streets,
a world of difference:
-too much pain
-too much dying
we’re going down the long slow path
to hell and back
***
http://www.dec.org.uk
http://www.amnesty.org
http://www.ifrc.org
http://www.msf.org
http://www.afghanaid.org.uk
http://www.hrw.org
http://www.palestinercs.org
http://www.savethechildren.net
http://www.stopwar.org.uk
posted by the X at 7:33 am
3 Comments:
...yeah,i'm actually *entitled* to fill up my blog with reams of crappy, laughably bad/childish "poetry" like this, since English is only my third language anyway, i'm "excused" by the language barrier.. so ner!
(and, anyway, the focus was meant to be on the humanitarian aid appeal anyway, so i just prayed you wouldn't really notice...)
-get your arse off and donate! if you can...
X
u are the only person ive ever seen who leaves comments at their own blog :)
...well,*somebody*has to...
(-and,anway,it gets less messier that way...less text for you good folks to wade through...!;)
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