Iliterate Poet: Lonely Street

8 Mar 2011

Lonely Street

White doves with mud on their wings

No bird song sings

Complicity in the silence stings

Peoples worn out slings

Blood red rose buds

Blown to bits with missile scuds

Brave slave

Child's despair

As bodies lay strewn

on streets that don’t care.

Posted by Iliteratepoet at 12:23

7 comments:

Love your work.
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger 8 March 2011 at 12:28: Painfully good, paints a very powerful image.

Nice one, Abi :)
The Linnet 8 March 2011 at 12:31: Gwylym, sad.
Eden
Eden Baylee 9 March 2011 at 14:31: wow.this is vivid...and sad...but a tight write....
Brian Miller 9 March 2011 at 15:49: Soiled doves and scudded roses... I also thought the imagery vivid.
dustus 9 March 2011 at 18:53: Very effective. You draw a powerful image.
PattiKen 10 March 2011 at 08:55: yep - the streets never care..tight write gwylym
Claudia 10 March 2011 at 12:34

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