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Dying Symphony (The 13th September Song of 2010)

If you click the above photo you will be redirected to an odd site, I certainly hope it's an oddity or, at the least, a parody of an oddity. It claims to be America's Leading Christian pro-family news-source, either way, it is sure to get the blood boiling. I stumbled upon it when I was looking for "hunger" photos to go along with the poem. The post is from 2006 and it may well be tongue in cheek, but these days it is hard to tell. Whatever it is, or pretends to be, it is inspiration for today's hunger poem.

Here's a mere taste of what you'll run into if you click the above photo...  
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Shelley The Republican:
-Hunger in Africa : So what? This is what happens when you reject God and don’t work!-

-Helping Africa? Never again! If you like to learn more about Africa, I suggest you watch the movie “Black Hawk Down“, it will be an eye opener! It was for me!-

-These young Africans look like criminals to me! Why should we feed potential terrorist killers???-

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When dead minds fall
like trees in a forest
to wrack and ruin
noiselessly they lean against the living
and suffering draws near to the cast-off ground.

Felled minds drenched in loathing
will gradually whittle a character drawn from the venom of things,
the least of man,
cruelty.

When trees fall they dance with the living,
kissing the ground in a symphony of rebirth,
crafting a beautiful noise in their resurrection.

No longer singing with the wind,
the forests howl of a communal loss,
a profound cello for the dead, the dying
...and the living.


© 2010 by mark prime

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