Torn

by Ngairini Pollett   Aug 29, 2006


Torn between a thousand dreams
no comforting hand in mine
corrupting the streets with rough disgrace
the beauty of torture divine

Cowering in our soulless shadows
in a world of hate and fear
a creature of peace demands to speak
with teachings pf love in despair

Trusting ourselves with life and death
can lead to self destruction
though it wouldn't exist if we loved ourselves
never starting this endless corruption.

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