The TankerA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceSingle smile upon your face from time to time turns to disgrace.
You throw me out then beg me in who is that you really want in the end it is all for naught.
This is a sign I am sure when one must absorb the darkness that another harbors yet that is what we do for our brothers.
Of war, of shame, of caveat we must sustain this trained onslaught.
It is important to remain calm when dealing with one that has done some of that which none of us would yet you would not be here if they had not done what is unimaginable to us the meager ones- artists, poets, lovers, peaceful ones alike there are those that have fought the fight.
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10 Reviews Added on April 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 12, 2011 AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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