Fruit Kingdom
16 June, 2005
Author: Miztrebor
Apples for the people,
All around.
They drop them from the steeples,
To the ground.
People are apples,
Not oranges or pears.
The ones from Naples,
And the ones in the chairs.
Oranges for money,
Selling all for gold.
The juices are like honey,
Not warm, but always cold.
The pears are the animals,
This doesn't make sense to me.
If we are all just mammals,
Why should the difference be,
So different yet the same?
is it all in our mund.
Or all in the name?
Maybe the question should have been left behind.
Apples with the sheers,
Animals are men?
Do we only shed these tears,
Or are they hiding it them,
From our eyes we can't see?
They cry out on one knee,
That we should find a way.
One day we'll find a cure,
To this cancer we've created.
One day we'll make sure,
We're not the one's who are hated.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| S.Garret (74.226.88.48) -- Monday, November 6 2006, 02:59 am I really loved this poem I hope 2 read many more like this one. |
| Jodie (212.219.240.39) -- Wednesday, June 20 2007, 10:37 am Hi i'm doing a dida course and want 2 use ur poem in a power point presentation in my e- portfolio. Plz can u let me? thanks |
| Miz Trebor (64.246.153.9) -- Wednesday, June 20 2007, 03:51 pm You can use this poem, i have no problem with that. |
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