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    Four Ones

    One young man so wrapped in ire
    His heart still burning as a terrible fire
    The lick of a flame and the flash of the knife
    And the brutal ending to a poor brute's life

    One old man in love with his youth
    Loving his dreams and denying the truth
    Thin lines in his face- the medals of time
    Tears running down, it is time to resign

    One young woman roaming the streets
    Searching the backways for clients to meet
    Crawling through dirt and finding a man
    One quick go and a banknote in her hand

    One last chance before they die
    To look at themselves and the faults they deny
    As the guns shoot and their fatal wounds bleed
    Death grabs their hands for the salvation they need

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    Haribol Acharya blazeofglory's Avatar
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    This is beautifully written.

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    Registered User kelby_lake's Avatar
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    Thank you.

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    A 10 year thread bump! I dig it the most.

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    Quote Originally Posted by kelby_lake View Post
    One young man so wrapped in ire
    His heart still burning as a terrible fire
    The lick of a flame and the flash of the knife
    And the brutal ending to a poor brute's life

    One old man in love with his youth
    Loving his dreams and denying the truth
    Thin lines in his face- the medals of time
    Tears running down, it is time to resign

    One young woman roaming the streets
    Searching the backways for clients to meet
    Crawling through dirt and finding a man
    One quick go and a banknote in her hand

    One last chance before they die
    To look at themselves and the faults they deny
    As the guns shoot and their fatal wounds bleed
    Death grabs their hands for the salvation they need
    Kelby, I really enjoyed your insightful poem. Well done.
    Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
    ~Albert Einstein

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    It wasn't me Jerrybaldy's Avatar
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    Was every line never a Slave to the rhyme?

    For those who believe,
    no explanation is necessary.
    For those who do not,
    none will suffice.

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