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Blameworthy (Head-Line Poetry for 8-21-2011)


Humans May Be To Blame For Shark Attacks
Man and his foul illusions of ownership are to blame. His dark fear and his yawning coldness are to blame. His sightless journey and warring hate are to blame. Illusions, fear, blindness and war his executioner.

"Zero hour" for Gaddafi as Besieged Tripoli Rises Up
What’s the purpose of the oppressed rising up if the world remains dispirited? Might the earth protest its enemies with the same bravery as the demoralized greet the tyrant?

Zero hour will arrive with the self-same jagged teeth as mankind’s wrath howls down his doom.

Shhhh… Close your eyes and go back to sleep, it’s less agonizing than witnessing your own suicide.

Sand for sale; environment ravaged
Sand, water, forest and man… Don’t forget the sky and rock, the wolf and lion, the mountain and wind, they too have a stake in this. Buy it all up now, people, because soon there’ll be nothing to imagine, nothing to see, nothing to hate, nothing… and we’ll have accomplished the same.


© 2011 by mark prime
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