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Silhouetting The Sorrows.

Updated on January 2, 2010

Silhouetting the sorrows.


She stands isolated

high on her pedastel

frozen in a time of great sorrow,

just outside the place

where two taller glories fell,

gazing with vacated eyes

under a crown of thorns....

Much like Jesus wore.

that have pierced her very soil

 and taken some of her own children

 without just cause.


Her face a wee bit angry

and a whole lot of sad

at a leader who utterly failed

to get the right maggot,

that pig who butchered

her set of twins

across the bay,

choosing instead for eight years

to chase a distraction,

hanging a sad dam man

at the cost of over 4,000 lives

and ten thousand maimed...

hundreds of miles from where

bin laden cackled.


Her body stands closed to those

seeking her sanctuary

her head empty now of those

who so loved to explore her

copper cranium and view

the majesty spread before them.


Many Millions have adored her,

and millions more implore her

to light that torch and blaze

a path to peace,

to open that book and read

the wisdom that might find a way

to achieve such bliss without this,

this constant killing machine,

tarnishing her image

with the copper smells of

the blood of innocents

and the blood of her

sons and daughters of Liberty.


She will always bring a tear

to my eyes for all who worship

what she was meant to represent

that has now left her twisted

into a gold digger abroad

for greedy men,

their palms slick with oiled lust.

men who seek out money using

the corpses of the young

as collateral.



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      Jess Killmenow 8 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

      Powerful. Thanks for writing this.