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Oct 16, 2008
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Anguish of a nation
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The sound of anguish is set
free in a desert, never to be
heard.
The sea closes all escape,
the waves are unchained and
come like torrential rain.
The destiny and origin of the
multitude are placed under a
sentence.
Lost in a desert of solitude
they take refuge from their
death sentence,
Like innocent lambs,
that tradition inspires to
faith.
the laws of reason are burnt
in a sacrifice eternal.
Tumbling and turning looking
for their existence in the waves
of necessity.
They feel the escape of a final
breath, it is the soul opening
it's resting place.
Why, they scream!! Why have
you thrown dirt in our faces.
The spirit that was lost is
embraced by the storm and
lifted.
In the multitude there is still a
spark of regeneration found in
a concert of faith,
somewhere near openness and
happiness that which regenerates
the very soul.
Hope on hope, they plead for the
rebirth of a once powerful nation
YOUR WONDERFUL COMMENTS
I AM GLAD THAT THIS POEM,
STIRRED A GOOD CONVERSATION!!
The sound of anguish is set
free in a desert, never to be
heard.
The sea closes all escape,
the waves are unchained and
come like torrential rain.
The destiny and origin of the
multitude are placed under a
sentence.
Lost in a desert of solitude
they take refuge from their
death sentence,
Like innocent lambs,
that tradition inspires to
faith.
the laws of reason are burnt
in a sacrifice eternal.
Tumbling and turning looking
for their existence in the waves
of necessity.
They feel the escape of a final
breath, it is the soul opening
it's resting place.
Why, they scream!! Why have
you thrown dirt in our faces.
The spirit that was lost is
embraced by the storm and
lifted.
In the multitude there is still a
spark of regeneration found in
a concert of faith,
somewhere near openness and
happiness that which regenerates
the very soul.
Hope on hope, they plead for the
rebirth of a once powerful nation
— Eduardo Cruz, Oct 16, 2008
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Critiques
Kailashana
17 years 7 months ago
You think? I’d like to
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Anna,
Rett
17 years 7 months ago
Can't say I disagree my friend
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
hey Rett,
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
mmm history speaks loudly,
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Jess,
infinite_dwarf
17 years 7 months ago
Jess
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
yes certainly,
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Ah Jess,
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
thanks Eduardo,
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Jess,
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
Liar.
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
Read better poety
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Jess Infinite<
Kailashana
17 years 7 months ago
Ahhh the visionary…
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Anna,
themoonman
17 years 7 months ago
Hi Eddie...
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Hey Richard,
Janice Pearce
17 years 7 months ago
Eddie
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 7 months ago
Janice<