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Nisa West on Oct 21, 2009

A poem.

We drink water from the tap,

as if we’re not at war.

Warriors negotiating realms

within introverted reason,

Begging for somewhere

to escape to.

Our purpled tongues hollering

at uniforms and guns.

Our unarmed silence outraged

at what’s been done.

Lungs burning as we remain

stuck unharmed in Hell:

Scattering Illuminati

to the southern front.

Always searching for our Guides

that take to the shadows,

as we indulge in chocolates,

in wine, other treasures

from the sea.

But our destination Island

is a Heaven

within reach,

so we release our bags,

shoot for the Crown,

and leave this world behind.

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Comments (10)

Poetic Enigma on Oct 21, 2009
This is an amazing poem, very expressive, and well written!
ken bultman on Oct 22, 2009
I’m not certain the destination island is an easy reach but I enjoyed the poetry.
lillyrose on Oct 22, 2009
Very nice poem, the imagery was great and it was full of passion, nice one! I love that first picture.
Debra. on Oct 22, 2009
Very expressive piece with great imagery!
Darla Cooke on Oct 22, 2009
Very nice poem.
papaleng on Oct 22, 2009
Interesting poem, so descriptive, but where is that heaven?
T. S. GARP on Oct 22, 2009
Interesting poem and full of symbolism.
martinpm on Oct 29, 2009
Very nice poem.
Johanny Lisbeth on Nov 3, 2009
Love it!!!
TroostAvenue on Dec 6, 2009
Yes, very nice, but what exactly is the story; civillians in a war
zone, aftermath of war, why then the chocolets and wine and treasures
from the see, the need to go in land, the final suicide. This poem goes
far beyond simple analysis and invites much additional discussion. I
don’t see that often on Trinod.

Hi there!