AlwaysA Poem by Alfred KukitzThe Age of VoicesAlways Visions of antecedent Moorings cut away from the tide Voices coagulating into wounds of a nation Protest rises like a dead horse hide Ali, Mailer, King, Kent State anger Define the overwhelming roar Generation of our days Men mightier than swords Fallen soldiers screaming justice I am filled with eyes, Eyes that find the depth of being In a trance of consciousness that finds a home in the soul of evermore. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 13, 2016 Last Updated on June 13, 2016 Tags: Wounds, nation, roar, generation AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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