a corrupt land

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jossymaiye
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Mon Apr 18, 2005 6:19 pm
jossymaiye says... · Mon Apr 18, 2005 6:19 pm
In the midst of corruption
Where there seems to be no perfection
Where the rich riles the poor
And the hungry feed on opression


What shall they gain,
In greed and in threat
But all shall be in vain
And the earth shall rust their feet


Where the oor is sober
Looking for a place to shower
The rich and mighty
Shall all be in power
i know you are dry
but that does`nt mean you should cry
get up and fly
fly reallly high
up to the deep blue sky
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emotion_less
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Tue Apr 19, 2005 3:22 am
emotion_less says... · Tue Apr 19, 2005 3:22 am
There was a typo:
"Where the oor is sober"
I think you mean poor. It wasn't really my type of poetry, but it was written fine.
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The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein