war torn

Jan 14, 2011 11:07



The ground is soaked in gasoline
The citizens carry matches
Enamored of the power of fire
The whole place is a tinderbox
And the white folk ask
Why do they burn down their own neighborhoods?

The house is abandoned
Shattered windows are dark
The door hangs open on its hinges
Where once the rooms in my imagination
Were candle lit and incensed
Shining wood ( Read more... )

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veedub January 14 2011, 17:02:06 UTC
old chinese curse: may you live in interesting times. and these times are nothing if not interesting.

microcosm reflects macrocosm. but still we live.

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morrigandaughtr January 14 2011, 17:25:28 UTC
Amen, sister.

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gwydion1987 January 14 2011, 17:53:55 UTC
My Love to you!

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happydog January 14 2011, 21:12:57 UTC
Thank you!

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nightqueen13 January 15 2011, 09:21:04 UTC
I'm touched.

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