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Dec 19, 2008
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till the portal to the past is opened
yesterday,in yesterday we leave the driping sword,
vengeful of war blood out from its scabbard
that seems to be attoined by tumult today
but who dare say
that retaliation recommends for yesterdays attrocities
it only wages war on times strand
and time is but a poignant deceiver
today,today we forgo the sins of the past
screaming beneath its lungs for a hearing
inorder to mend the crooked fences of yesterday
but we leave it broken
for nothing brings to justice yesterdays crimes
by wronging the ones who have wronged
in the end pays for nothing
vengeful of war blood out from its scabbard
that seems to be attoined by tumult today
but who dare say
that retaliation recommends for yesterdays attrocities
it only wages war on times strand
and time is but a poignant deceiver
today,today we forgo the sins of the past
screaming beneath its lungs for a hearing
inorder to mend the crooked fences of yesterday
but we leave it broken
for nothing brings to justice yesterdays crimes
by wronging the ones who have wronged
in the end pays for nothing
— emeka ozurumba, Dec 19, 2008
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Jonathan Moore
17 years 4 months ago
Good vision in general