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IN MEMORY OF HUMANITY
This one's for the red head girl,
living in the slum motel.
Her only source of fun,is a broken swing.
Mommy's in a rubber room,
daddy's sleeping off the booze.
Whenever he's awake,he wants to touch her again.
This ones for her day of birth.
Something changed here on the Earth.
This little girl from nowhere,is a martyr in blood.
Oh,she will keep her sanity,
Though you and I,HUMANITY,
will reap what we have sown,and never suffer enough.
living in the slum motel.
Her only source of fun,is a broken swing.
Mommy's in a rubber room,
daddy's sleeping off the booze.
Whenever he's awake,he wants to touch her again.
This ones for her day of birth.
Something changed here on the Earth.
This little girl from nowhere,is a martyr in blood.
Oh,she will keep her sanity,
Though you and I,HUMANITY,
will reap what we have sown,and never suffer enough.
Published 26th Feb 2013
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26th Feb 2013 8:20pm
Wow! By rubber room you mean prostitution? I think so! I like this. It's so playfully dark and interesting. The picture makes me think Chucky and the leaves make me think ghost but there's just a greyness about this poem that catches the eye. Great job J.
27th Feb 2013 00:54am
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- Edited 16th May 2018 7:35pm
27th Feb 2013 1:14am
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- Edited 11th Jun 2019 9:40pm
27th Feb 2013 12:48pm
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