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Expressionless faces when I look into the crowd.
Hearts that are dancing, dance fake and untrue.
The emotions flood the room and chill my blood.
I no longer need to witness this never-ending trial of
Hate and corruption.
I now know what this worlds truth is.
I know the true side of humanity.
Despair and despise
All show their evil faces when I look into their eyes.
Written by
Snowflake Henson
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Comment by: drowyn - 2007-04-09 11:29
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This makes me think of a vast expanse of hearts encased in stone. The people interested more in observing the spectacle rather than giving any true thought or concern to the matters being brought forth. The most involved are the marionettes being pulled this way and that in false revelry.
Also I like the wrapup rhyme at the end just to put a black bow on this dark but painfully true piece. |
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Comment by: roy - 2007-04-09 08:49
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Pessimistic, i don;t think, yet after reading all of your work, and commenting on some of it, i find a similar signuature in all. Your desire for truth, an absolute truth. except here, you pick your own truth, rather than be faced with a truth that may be a lie. Interesting.
Thanks for the read
xxx
ROy |
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| How very pessimistic of you! I think that this should be under 'poems' instead of 'short stories', though I must say it tells just as much as a short story would. I enjoyed the innovative form of this. Well done! |
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