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by dollwithafrown   Jun 1, 2007


Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine.
How many people will die this time?
Will death be upon us, year after year,
Leaving nothing but broken, forgotten tears?

Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine.
When will people stop crossing that line?
When will the violence, the torture, subside,
And each human-being will stand side by side?

Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine;
Their just random figures in Death's horrid line.
Maybe you know one, who was pulled away,
Due to the evilness inside our world today.

Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine:
Each little figure is a person lost in time.
Help to stop the torture, help to stop the pain
And let the departed know, their death was not in vain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Romancing the Darker Side

    This was overall a good poem, nice idea, but the random numbers are kind of weird for me. You made them rhyme, however, and I liked that. I think the title could be a little better though.

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    Ohhh...so heartbreaking and yet so beautifully and elegantly written...I have tears in my eyes...
    The opening is very powerful and it gets better and better from there on, the emotion and depth are clear for the reader to see, and the ending is so beautiful and touching.
    Imagery is great, and flow is flawless throughout.

  • 17 years ago

    by xxSnow Angelxx

    Wow!...good poem..well penned..i liked the repetiton of "Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine:" had agood effect on the message and the content in the poem...Great job!
    5/5
    =)
    xxPoojaxx

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