Jackal

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    Jackal

    You haven't had enough time to understand 
    You fail to see
    The world can see right through you
    You are reckless with Hearts
    A Fire Pistol full of Destruction
    To any Man who Trust You
    A Poisonous Brew 
    To any who've tasted your lips
    You've condemned yourself
    To a life time of solitude 
    In the Heart
    For you will truly know the meaning of Loneliness
    Far better than any of the Men 
    You used 
    You hold too much power 
    For your age
    You've abused what you were Blessed with
    Poor Jackal
    You know not what your doing
    In the End 
    There will be a Trail Of Tears
    Not of the Hearts you've broken
      They will be of your own Tears 
    You'll be the face they forget
    The memory faded in their past 
    Yet in irony 
    You'll never forget 
    Every face 
    You turned your back on
    Every Heart 
    You betrayed 
    Was it worth it
    -Fin-

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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