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A Lasting Olympic Flame..

A Lasting Olympic Flame….

The starter’s gun was silenced by their roar,
in the velodrome not a wheel was turning.
Crowds of hungry people trying to score,
looked on as their homes were burning.

One had the strength to ask their leader,
should we just think this is an Olympic flame.
What about my daughter now I can’t feed her.
my homes burning but you say no ones to blame.

Placing a medallion around their neck is crass,
when forged on the anvil of greed, not need.
So many trophy cabinets are devoid of glass,
never mind the trinkets for skill or speed.

If we had an Olympics for cruelty and death,
then man to his indignation would have the gold.
You could just imagine the huge intake of breath,
as the glorious medal ceremony starts to unfold.

There to the fore man, Jesus trailing in second last,
all those competitors little devils on their backs.
Man the commentator would say has had a blast,
look at those poor animals from the other packs.

When it comes to maiming or killing man’s truly blest,
in some disciplines we’ve taken all three medals.
It’s hard to imagine it different in the final test,
in that race of dirty bomb’s man designed the pedals.

And in the end man blew the others away,
some of those competing didn’t make the final.
Ladies and gents we’ve had an enlightening day,
wait, who was last behind Jesus, was it the albino.

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the singular world of albino pacifies the poem to me in deliberation of his skin colour, the poem is intense yet rhythmic

Thank you for your time and comments. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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this is a fantastic poem
i remember the paintings of the spanish
conquest of the netherlands..
the murals dedicated to the ravages of
the plague pestilence and famine

and yet we are resilient and recoupe
the losses.....after world war two the
multitudes were thriving one again
surpassing the death toll

bomb them in ashes and kick their dirty asses..

as i said to another today we are animals
mammals who whelp their young
subjugating all others..

i remember a song..a rock anthem called
"Freedome of Choice

since eden
the banishement
our fate is to feel pain and death

an epidemic
cloaks the world
the struggle continues through the smoke
haze anc clairty

thereis forgiveness
salvation redemption

are we too late?

or are we cheering
in the stadium
..

again a prophetic peice this
thank you..

Thank you, i'm really pleased you enjoyed this poem. I just believe there so much money spent on games and gamers that could be better spent. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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You have passed that medal line with this one it is near gold.
Then only thing that may make you pass to silver is that you were carrying Jesus with you, as many are not followers of his doctoring so they may pip you at the post.
To me a great healer and leader of many, but as I said a few may pass you in your belief.
Go well and live in that way, it is one road to perfection that we strive to take, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Thank you Ian, but i'm not a believer, i'm a heathen i guess. I think humans use gods as a excuse for their actions. What i was trying to get across was how jesus gets relegated when it comes to winning. We all get caught up in games when there is so much more going on in this world. Thank you again for your kind words, Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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Thank you Ian, but i'm not a believer, i'm a heathen i guess. I think humans use gods as a excuse for their actions. What i was trying to get across was how jesus gets relegated when it comes to winning. We all get caught up in games when there is so much more going on in this world. Thank you again for your kind words, Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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