The Strip

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    The Strip

    shattered spells of explosion flairs
    enter the eyelids of innocent bloodstreams
    the screams-
    penetrates the fleeing and dismantles the hearing
    body limbs fling
    agony pardons the singing
    clinging to the sound that once held peace
    to only release
    civilians legs holding on by a thread of flesh
    they press against open bellies that leak intestines
    both believe in One God they profess and fall victim to land haste
    who beckons to a five year old child -whom head is blown from his face?
    or his twelve year old sister with a surrender flag embosom in her hand gunned down in her premature breast and waist
    he couldn't hear his mother's call , she never heard his plea
    for over thousands have lain dead in the cross fire of tyranny

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    JessicaCr commented on The Strip

    02-01-2009

    There is a lot of emotion in this poem. It expresses what is going on there really well.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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