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the one who is gone
is finally at peace
beyond retribution and vengeance
it is we the living
who must carry that burden

baying for blood is not enough
building a memorial is not enough
emptier still are sorrowful words
this, now, is the time to get tough
time to show we’re made of sterner stuff

to what depth has my nation fallen
this indeed is our season of shame
but let us not dwell on what is lost
let us look at what we can raise up
let us make this change work

for you and me and for those to come
build a new nation from ground up
start now! before it is further delayed!
no more injustice must we tolerate
no more can we let ourselves stagnate

we fight in her memory
that is true
but it is a fight for all of us
from every nook and corner raise your voice
herald the revolution that must come!

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
29.12.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
For Ragini & for India!!!
 Dec 2012 D Hill
Mariana Nolasco
Scream a bit louder
I love to hear you suffer
Begin crying harder
Weren't you a lot tougher?

This won't end up as usual
You will not win again
This moment is just crucial
Tonight your life I'll take

Bang! Start running
You have 5 minutes to hide
After that I'll commence chasing
After that you will be mine

I load my gun and put my boots
Hunting season has begun
You can hide and hold your breath,
I will find you anyway

Run and run faster
Youre only making this game better
Can you hear the blaster?
Kneel down, idolize your master.

This, my friend
This, is my sweet revenge.
*Bang!
Feedback on this and all my poems is always appreciated :)
 Dec 2012 D Hill
JL
coagulation
 Dec 2012 D Hill
JL
Maybe I just want a good nights sleep I don't need you to touch my face With your astronaut gloves covered in moondust I want to just take the night off and fall asleep in your bed Maybe I just want these bite marks healed My bones licked clean

Outside I hear you howl on the haunted moon Beneath the window someone sweeps with a straw broom The streets are full of walking skeletons Who smile at the streetlamps

Who is that outside Playing on my swingset Eating a candy apple Grass stains on the knees Soft hair and a cool breeze

Who was that boy? They found floating in the swimming hole Sometimes I dream it was me who died Or fell asleep on your garden swing As I waited for you Out buying groceries

I always wake up In this same bed With red rings around my eyes And an ache in my bones With new cuts on my hands A bitemark on my shoulder Is turning purple Every morning I wake up with new pain And although I can't remember what I did last night I think I deserve this
 Dec 2012 D Hill
Sydney Victoria
Am I Not Worthy Enough,
To Be Held In The Merciful Arms Of The Divine?
Did I Do Something Wrong?
Or Did You Leave At The First Snowfall?
Am I No Longer Worthy To Know The Unknown?
To Hear The Secrets Of Eternity?
Why Is It That The Most Pure Souls,
Endure So Much Pain?
I've Seen Many Blackened Hearts Be Rewarded,
And It Hurts Me To Watch How Unfair It Is

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