The name of the bear

Tribal winters of battles lost
roll in the eyes of a bear sold
with a tag of innocence's cost
to the poor and the truth untold:

Bereft of dignity's pale dying days
I sell my skin to the highest bidder,
never looking at the men that prays,
nor at the options they won't consider.




Poetry by Bob
Read 770 times
Written on 2007-12-05 at 19:34

Tags Mohamet  Prophet  Islam 

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Zoya Zaidi
And yet your craft is impacable my friend,
it is devoid of deciet and sends
always a wave of thought through my mind
And a chill down my spine...
It is so fine!

((Hugs dear Ben))

There is poem called 'Never Quench the Fire' I had written for youn long time back, remember?
I posted for you just the other day.
Check it out, if you like...

Love, Zoya
2007-12-07


Rob Graber
So now even the teddy bears are rolling their eyes? I'd try for an exchange or aa refund! Enjoyed though...
2007-12-05