[Minerdamian]

Do you remember before when you were young
When everything was dark and evil,
When all that was here was anger and pure hate?

Now I can only see the tar
Blackening the lit horizons
And the red and orange skies
Ember off into the distance.

They cry as they celebrate the new day rising.
The children of the Four Corners
Bleed on their fallen aspirations.

This is the time now when they will hear our voices
As fallen children shout, "Brotherhood!" in unity.
This is when our fire will being to glow
Through the candlelit lantern eyes.

Hear the whispers in the night, slowly resonating,
Claiming the hate as their own.
Watch the holy morning turn to nothing,
See the children's fire light up the evening skies.

I can still hear the little lost souls bid,
"Where are we..." only to get the patronizing echo "Home..."

Leslie H. Burton

[Spikeout]

good poem

except when i was young i had no worries
my parents were always there for me and i had less responsobilities, more time to hang out with my friends, i didnt have to use the toilet, and no skool, no girl problems either

good poem tho it cud relate to a lot people just not me

[Minerdamian]

Just curious, if you voted no on the poll please give me a reason. Thats rude if you do not.

-Les

[Bespetna]

tis ok but i never knew someone that would wright a poem on thair free time man your making me think of that 9 poemes we had to wright to day well u should wright them

[Minerdamian]

I have poems published professionally, I just thought I would share my talent with the world.

-Les

[P H U O N G]

tis ok but i never knew someone that would wright a poem on thair free time man your making me think of that 9 poemes we had to wright to day well u should wright them

Maybe she likes to wirte thats all... there's no law you can't wirte that many of poems =p hehe... you. blah...

[Bodom]

Psst its a he

liked the poem

[Phorgot]

*no comment*

[Minerdamian]

I'm a Man! O.O Gahh >.<

-Les