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by gary cheema Apr 6, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I go sileantly into the night I surrender at will and pose no fight for that is what my heart desires to escape this hell of raging fire. to escape those kids that starve to death to escape those noble where the rats are fed to escape those killers who do not fold to escape those streets where god is sold to escape those places where the good are shot to escape those courts where the law is bought to escape those nightmares where the children scream to escape those areas where the devil rain-supreem to escape those who kill at any cost to escape tis world where all is lost.