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I had to read this one again! So poignant! sam
posted by
sam444
on April 30, 2009 at 5:58 PM
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Great - I could feel the rhythm here. You express so much in so few lines.
posted by
mneme
on April 20, 2009 at 6:23 AM
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Lestate7, this is innovative
posted by
Straightforward
on April 11, 2009 at 9:38 AM
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That's telling them! Yet, only the good of all races are truly bretheren! I learnt this when ALL tribes kicked me down!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on April 6, 2009 at 11:47 PM
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When you write it is as if your ancestors suffering would find expression through you... as if the streets you walk would find their voice in you... When you write my dear friend you are but the vessel where the feelings of others before you and those around you are kept and that vessel becomes the bridge through which those feelings get to us, your readers, so that we can understand them. Bravo Osiris... Great poem!
posted by
Sinome
on April 6, 2009 at 5:57 PM
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the weak never survive on the streets were the poor eat. I thought this was positioned perfectly in your poem and I am just amazed at the imagery! So many decades into centuries of imagery! The voice can now be heard and not censored! sam
posted by
sam444
on April 6, 2009 at 1:15 PM
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