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A touch of today
Debra, I wrote this poem for you, the greatest young poet I know. It talks to the soul of liberty, it questions life challenges, and finaly it searches for the truth of good or evil. May we all find the hope of a child the foritude of a young adult, and wisdom of the aged.
Walt
They stopped in heat of day
a word or two
that to say
as good and evil
did play upon the sand
A question mark
About some oil
a hot burning soil
a dictator to hang
Wind blows strong
protests going home
a country stand alone
what good did it do
Freedom the word
spoke here
still there is fear
most want to go home
Christmas in the wind
thorns burn the last of sin
Beleifs fall in pools
the decorated tree
Stuff the pig
upon the stake
kill before its to late
least we let him free
Evil laughs again
the game is on my freind
I still have a chance to win
what will you do
The good in every heart
looks both north and south
they know which he talks about
for hell waits for no man
Demons dance on the flame
who or what is the blame
is he insane
does anybody know
Hot and sticky day
dug from a hole
some say
should have left him there
A thought perhaps a marker
above the hole for air
death would not be quick
would anyone care
Good wins
lets him off
ag'in
I wonder about his sons
does a tree grow from seed
or just another weed
I heard a song
the verse speaks
of right and wrong
another people
go along
The tribe moves on
feel the tire
in their eyes
as a child cries
Was it faith or hope
that dies
it can not be sin
evil was lost in the sand
They said he a marked man
the answer to prayer
wonder where the mirror is
light by doctor hand
Burning oil
upon the sand
gold and greed
go hand in hand
Be it God
or man
they all walk the same
water or sand
I take the good
when I can
I dance to no band
I live to love again
My window is new
a bible is a tool
a koran a wonder
true
words are left by
those before
still it is me
that opens the door
Greeks had it right
when sleeps comes tonight
only one God
will rule
Jesters on the throne
I the owner of my soul
now who is
the fool
Liquid gold burns the air
may peace ease you dreams
future hide decades of
torture's screams
Demons dance upon the flame
still a child finds hope
Love knows no time
they take what they can get
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