The cry of the dead

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    The cry of the dead

    why can i be me?
    why i got to be like him
    what top of world is this
    you can not say what you feel
    too many blood
    too many deft
    many is loseing there life every day and night
    cause they are fighting for there right
    what going to heppend to my kids?
    do they have a futer?
    or are they living there it?
    what is my answer
    to a broking heart
    cause my eye is geting red my shirt is geting wet
    cause the pain never same to stopevery day and night my eye is runing tear
    do i have a dream
    or am i living my dream
    is this going to end or is this a start to a life of pain
    i can same to smile
    why do i have to liv this life
    should i kill myself or am i going to get help
    you going to witch me die or you going to save my life
    before i die this is what i got to say to the world save the children of the world
    cause they are the dream.

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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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