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Carlo Giuliani
written by sarah1008710:41 PM 12/15/04As the dry soil crumble 'neath my toes,
I'm tempted to think of that poor boys bones
As they cracked they snapped 'neath the weight of those wheels
That poor bleeding boy, how did he feel?
As those cretinous bastards who tore out his soul
Just let those wheels roll and roll
How does it feel to be shot and then crushed
To have your pure anger so visciously hushed
I think its the same as i feel everyday
As those bastards take my freedom away
Giuliani |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Carlo Giuliani-someone i heard about who was a protester. i thought id be sympathetic to the poor bastard. Lynch brothers.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by mattwhatever (12-15-2004 - 10:54 PM)
| Like it it alot not cause im biased! |
by Trapezium (12-16-2004 - 09:25 PM)
| Probably your best poem. It's good. |
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