The Nile of DenialA Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.
The
rolling of the Brings upon fresh currants of denial
To a land of rich, good things Until innovation dries the springs To empty deserts, misery people
Sweep the land, and they do nothing
These sheeple, these shameless sheep Of once great people
The few shall rise And the second change shall bring Renewal, the filling of stone dry springs
But with good fortune comes a tint of tainted red That churns stomachs and stains cheeks green
Across the yellow mountains hangs a crimson veil To change/remain the same Both fates bring Destinies much to pale
But still the people keep on In this land Under the brightest yellow sail © 2013 Emily Dickinson Jr.Author's Note
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32 Reviews Added on April 4, 2013 Last Updated on April 4, 2013 AuthorEmily Dickinson Jr.FLAboutIm just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..Writing
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