Archive Posted January 15, 2003 Report Share Posted January 15, 2003 Cradle of Humanity? Cradle of Insanity? Looking at the Real World in which we live, this poem struck sparks from the walls in which I work. Ouch! But a good read... It's nice to see someone posting Non-Archmage stuff here at the Pen. It might encourage others to feel freer in their scope of postings too. -Peredhil Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archive Posted January 15, 2003 Author Report Share Posted January 15, 2003 Dragcor Warwick: Oh cradle of an ancient people The earth beneath you rocks. Your belly spits up fiends Flying on opiate wings. Insatiable their thirst. Blood! Blood! And blood! Your halcyon a faience, shattered In bullet-rain. Grotesque your children lay Their blood drip down Blackened burnt bricks, Monuments to their rage. Your leaders imbued with hatred Heuristic bats, blinded And deaf! Deaf to the wailing of your women. Childless! Widowed! They dance with the rumblings of the 'shakabula' In attire they splattered with red. Oh ancient people, See how your cradle rocks. Still the baby sleeps? When will this fratricide cease? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archive Posted January 15, 2003 Author Report Share Posted January 15, 2003 Gyrfalcon25: *Gyr applauds Dragcor's poetic skill* Sorry man, but you keep on slipping through the cracks.... Well, at least you got another reply. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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