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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2002 7:02 pm
I've been astounded that noone here as heard of the boy who flew a plane into a building down in florida, USA. Generally I would come here to get their opinions on some real subjects every now and then but one didnt seem to pop up. Well, I decide now to post one about it and my thoughts about this are all in a poem I wrote. The kid was really troubled and I think this poem really illustrates that there are a lot of troubled ppl out there. Flames/discussion/posts wanted.
In the yard,
children played with no fear.
hunger comes and they
walk inside, have a meal.
See outside the window,
one left left standing.
all by himself
alone, once again.
Lunch then comes,
throngs sit together.
a chair outside
not by choice, eats in solitude.
Dances roll by,
parties pass on.
gatherings now forgotten
spent not at those but in an alley.
A strange gift offered,
accepted rather readily.
attaches himself soon
money spent, more gifts.
school ends, goes to the alley,
one home as good as the next.
for the one with a roof
foreboding, uninviting.
Frustration builds.
watch the crowds
with disgust, resent,
wish to end it all.
Circumstances change,
war breaks out.
battle of moral rights,
he chooses the other.
More willing for the grave,
more willing for the other cause.
seen as an outcast,
he just plans.
So he ends his life,
in a rather spectacular way.
noone sees inside,
just whats wrong on the outside.
Thats the end of the poem, what do u think?
In the yard,
children played with no fear.
hunger comes and they
walk inside, have a meal.
See outside the window,
one left left standing.
all by himself
alone, once again.
Lunch then comes,
throngs sit together.
a chair outside
not by choice, eats in solitude.
Dances roll by,
parties pass on.
gatherings now forgotten
spent not at those but in an alley.
A strange gift offered,
accepted rather readily.
attaches himself soon
money spent, more gifts.
school ends, goes to the alley,
one home as good as the next.
for the one with a roof
foreboding, uninviting.
Frustration builds.
watch the crowds
with disgust, resent,
wish to end it all.
Circumstances change,
war breaks out.
battle of moral rights,
he chooses the other.
More willing for the grave,
more willing for the other cause.
seen as an outcast,
he just plans.
So he ends his life,
in a rather spectacular way.
noone sees inside,
just whats wrong on the outside.
Thats the end of the poem, what do u think?