scat catscat cat Posts: 27
edited September 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I ran past the frontline
Past the garden of old
Everyone kept looking
Though nothing was told
So I gave myself up
and I layed on the ground
What an awful feeling
Myself it would surround
And what a regret
Why did I compromise?
What to expect?
A place in the frontline
How did I handle?
I didn't very well
Though in the back of my mind
A story to tell
And a lesson to learn
They don't like kind
And a lesson to burn
Never run to the frontline
Become a vehicle that blossoms truth and freedom


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