STRUGGLE THROUGH LIFE


We struggle through life
each and every day.
Such a powerful strife,
this hell we gotta pay.

We fight with our family.
The ones we hold so dear.
We end up sad and lonely,
with nothing left but fear.

We hate those who greet with love.
We kick them in the head.
We hate the savior up above,
and blame him for blood-shed red.

Our ticking bomb, our lovely napalm.
Our greedy need, our pathetic plead.
Our terrorist games, our non-existing aims.
Our beautiful hate, it is now much to late!





Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-06-21 at 01:50

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Kathy Lockhart
The power of this poem is raw and instense. Especially these lines:
"Our ticking bomb, our lovely napalm.
Our greedy need, our pathetic plead.
Our terrorist games, our non-existing aims.
Our beautiful hate, it is now much too late!"
I fear you may be right but I hope you are wrong. Kathy
2006-06-21


Amanda Manmohan
A very raw and truthful poem. Lots of life lessons in here if you think about it. Beautifully written :)
2006-06-21


Love Knight
again with the good but sad poem. i know how this character feels exactly. I love it.
I love the poem although it is not happy. sad needs to be showed. no hiding feelings
2006-06-21