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On a Cold and Lonely Sidewalk

On a cold and lonely sidewalk on the other side of town
Walks a broken man in a broke and tired town
The plants are slowly dying people are quite down
On a cold and lonely sidewalk on the other side of town

Where once the skies were always sunny and tears they seldom fell
Now this city is quite lowly, quiet, cold, and bare

Because of doubt

Most of the little children of this world will soon be locked out
The town once stood so proud and tall
Believed in liberty they did and justice for all

Separated  they them self's from evils both great and small
They did what must had be done
They pulled out the big gun

Did as they were taught to do
To protect their rights and their children's too

As the frigid atomic snow flakes fall they fall on all
For this town now stands alone the very last  of its kind
As night she has come to call

For one more night of liberty they did it
It was a very high price to be paid
But, willingly these little broken children would pay

They paid and they push that God awful button
They pushed it for one and all
To bring the peace that once they knew

They would sacrifice themselves and everyone else too
Proudly they would press and silently they would pray
Their hope and faith was upon their God that day

This we now see to be true  they did what they did
For liberty, justice, and the pursuit of it all
For the evil of their world it must have died

The snow it has stopped falling and the sky has returned to blue
The world is now their garden and their little children's too

                             by
            Sinbad the Sailor Man
— Sinbadthesailorman, Dec 02, 2009

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Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

Silent

Silent snow. Indeed. ~A "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

Donnie, your poem evoked

Donnie, your poem evoked *Silent Spring* by Rachel Carson. Quite frightening, really. And well done. ~A "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

16 years 6 months ago

Had to surf the net to Referance Rachel Carson

I don't read alot because it is taskful for me to do. Even listening now to audio books is hard because my mind is always running. It is very hard for me to focus it for long. It has a mind of its own I guess you can say but I'll here something and boom I am off concocking something an Ideal or a fantisy or thinking about making boloney sandwiches so I have to repeat the processes over and over it gets old quickly for me because I have been out of practice for so long. I am slowly making a come back to were I once was. See I forgot what I was talking about Oh I haven't read or listen to her book as of yet Thanks for you comment and the read Donnie/sinbad