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Oppression and Deceit
I lay on the ground,
Rain slowly falling on my face,
The smell of wet earth surrounding me.
The peace,
The tranquility,
The beauty of the silence where all noise is heard.
I can hear the starving children cry,
The downtrodden, beaten women weep,
The brutish men whose ignorance extends no further than their wit.
All the sadness in the world compressed into a single moment,
The turning point for the world.
The overloading silence,
Oppressive against my eardrums,
I want it to end, to be gone.
Rain slowly falling on my face,
The smell of wet earth surrounding me.
The peace,
The tranquility,
The beauty of the silence where all noise is heard.
I can hear the starving children cry,
The downtrodden, beaten women weep,
The brutish men whose ignorance extends no further than their wit.
All the sadness in the world compressed into a single moment,
The turning point for the world.
The overloading silence,
Oppressive against my eardrums,
I want it to end, to be gone.
Published 14th Feb 2010
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