"WHY"
WHY
why do I,
sit and cry
the sad observer,
watching life go by
while he,
his evil bile
thriving hate, all the while
rape, death, his life a lie
I so nieve,
i'll pay the price,
my hope, my trust, my faith
die thrice
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| WE ALL | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
| we must protect our earth | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
| "PROGRESS" | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
| I FORGIVE YOU | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
| "WHY" | 0 | 06/27/2009 |
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