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    dots Submission Name: LITTLE BOY WASdots

    Author: jamar2
    ASL Info:    52/male/Ireland
    Elite Ratio:    2.22 - 53/46/75
    Words: 115
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       based on a true story of a young lad who was killed while walking home from school

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    dotsLITTLE BOY WASdots

    The walk home from school, made its own rules,
    With mud on his shoes from great muddy pools.
    Collecting conkers in the last of the light,
    Thoughts of his day, he was clever, so bright.

    This was his last day, his thoughts where to spare,
    Lying in the leaves, blood rushed through his hair.
    None could find reason why he had to die,
    Some twisted mind, sought authority to defy.

    Empty is the home, as is his father’s heart,
    From all his sweet treasures, Mother cannot part.
    Arrested is a person, who holds no morals on life,
    Now dead from the love of a partner or wife.

    Submitted on 2008-10-27 19:31:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      *sigh* I do not understand the man who does not have respect for life. How could he just kill a boy for no reason? Then again, how could he if he had a reason?

    There is no reason to take another person's life.

    "None could find reason why he had to die,
    Some twisted mind, sought authority to defy."

    That seems to me to be the central point of this piece, and it agrees with my thoughts on this incident. Only a mind so dark, so twisted, so mad could work out such a deed for no reason at all.

    This poem makes me rather sad. I feel bad for the boy. He was young, innocent, and had so much life still to live. My pinions are still with sadness.

    Thank you for sharing this poem. It has truly made me think, especially about the world and some of the people in it. At times, I feel like seeking vengeance on people like this. But then, I remember this:

    "Do not avenge yourselves, beloved, but yield place to the wrath; for it is written: “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, says Jehovah.” - Romans 12:19

    One day, justice shall be served. Then I shall have joy within my breast, within my wings.

    Great job, jamar. Nicely done.

    May you fly free.
    | Posted on 2008-10-28 00:00:00 | by Nocona | [ Reply to This ]

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