CongoA Poem by Leslie Philibertjust a thoughtJust before my second cup of tea I fell through the newspaper ; and woke up in Congo. Weapons carried children;old eyes in young heads, the sick pride of a bent solidarity in rows that never end ; cruel beyond understanding;a stolen childhood ; the pushing of pointless borders;just games;gotcha. And if you don`t care;there is just one thing worse than failing as a poet;not having tried.
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8 Reviews Added on December 7, 2012 Last Updated on December 7, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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