The Suffering

by Phantasmagoria   May 4, 2007


Cities grow in terror,
masses spread like a plague,
and the people walk with disease
being only a dead thing before it dies.
The children are reaching out,
death already clinging to them --
it is a death that fails to be seen
by the ignorant and unrepulsed,
a future of destruction --
a mechanical existence.
This is the suffering.

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  • 17 years ago

    by paul alexander

    This is real good, i have something not like it but just a little

  • 17 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    Excellent poem great job sad but true , great write ,well written , 5/5 your friend Tracy dean

  • 17 years ago

    by Si Chotic

    I love this poem and you!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I have to say this is a very heavy and very good poem which unfortunatly speaks the truth x well done for this work xxx

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