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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Pitiful Crow
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Dream inside Tear that lied When you died Will you know you tried? Or be left with your pride Looking at the family you can’t provide And the love you were denied With no where left to hide Dead beside where you reside Your emotions divide then collide What was said was implied so now it will misguide Your brains fried so no one replied What’s become? Of world of scum Who will succumb? To them Chanting their drum Calling to some Living with whatever may come Am I insane? Does madness run in this vein? Do I love pain? Take off this chain So I can explain My campaign of the slain Here comes the rain And I feel plain Say I’m humane With lines of cocaine Happiness I cannot contain Happiness I cannot obtain My soul you cannot detain My pain, does it entertain? Throw my soul below Much left to know Nothing left to grow More blood will flow No where to go Slow, down Listen, to the clown With the never-ending frown Holding his shitless crown Around his pathetic town Hoping the sad will drown I have found salvation Within no communication What’s your foundation? Your motivation In this bias nation Of bigotry relation So what’s become? Of this world of scum And who will succumb To them banging their drum Crying to some Surviving with whatever may come My head will swell Tears fell Meaning well Time will tell 2nd hand hell Throwing away your deceitful hate Into that which you humbly debate Never learned to wait Till it was your turn to emancipate Leave behind your reckless childhood And die quietly like you know you should If I could have moment of your dear time If you could listen to my pathetic rhyme I will show you a land of remorse Living in its own discourse Of course no one will believe What’s right in front of them A shit infested smoldering heap of detested filth Every now and then Over and over again Father country What is your degree? Of living with me Holding down A world-renowned clown Writen by, Pitiful Crow
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