The Unknown Soldier
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-27 05:43:00
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Somewhere down below the stage
On America's left shoulder
You can feel the boiling rage,
the rushing surge of days gone by
without a word of praise for kids
(Television, children fed)
virginal life penetrated by firework warfare
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Your poem was awesome, Danny. Not just because the subjects(though that helped), it was just plain fucking great! I wish I could say more, but sometimes my words come out in a giant surge, and sometimes it's like a dried up dam.
