Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
ORIGINAL SIN
by
Rome, Italy
I don't care what you believe in
I don't hail to any king or queen
I don't believe in the original sin
it grows in the world we live in
Peace does not exist
and even if it seems
it's not going to resist
history teaches this
And poetry is not real
when there's not ideal
we are ruled by fears
so we end with tears
Are you not tired of my kindness?
I know you prefer me respectless,
we run through to our opposites
instead of what are our benefits
There's not any explanation
spending lifetime in front of
mirrors
and repressing our emotion
betraying what is inner in our souls
Blind people who don't even try
listening to who is just beside
and if when asked you also lie
this is where you deserve to die
Added: 29.04.2010
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