Posted by: sin March 4, 2007
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(DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE MEN WHO FIND THEMSELVES A GLORIOUS DEATH)
nibs (30-11-01)
Oh lord! I’ve been struck
By a bullet,
And the feet’s lagging,
Suddenly the grasses turned red,
Remember the heat
Of first bullet,
Saw the face of mom,
Standing by the door,
Tears roll down
her ageing cheeks,
Sweet memories
of her smile,
Her warm hands passing by,
Withering Palm
Just a few steps away,
Feet dragging towards it,
But never gonna get there.