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We are the weak

The downtrodden

Those that live 

Only for today

We have no

Patron saints

But we go on

You are seperate

But the same

As all of us

That lay here

In deepest despair

We trudge on

Watch the smoky sun

Reminding us

We have lost

We are finished

That is what we believe

Marching to the end

A silent city

Now burned

We watch with

Tears for all

Nothing else left

Turn away now

Run the young away

We are the defeated

But not the dead

The wounded

But not the sympathetic

And as the dark day goes on

We will walk away from this

And find a new place to be

New and alive

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with true statements. A lot of people are down and out with little hope. I did like the positive ending. Where is the new and alive place? A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love the hope this gives at the end.. though they may be down now, they will rise up again.. excellent write!

[sarah]

wow that is a wonderful poem good rythem

[brenda]

inspiring:')!

[Vanny]

I agree with Lily Mae, the last stanza was great. Great write in it's entirety. -S...

[Lily Mae]

I love the last stanza..it as a whole is a great write.. x