ME : A Donar Amoung The Clef

Lets donate blood and save lifes....

The world in a busily move

Gave no, the sight to see near who drove.

So rash the gaints go,

Far as rays in a highway road.

On the cold night, in middle of a pool of bleed,

Lie he there, fighting his kiss-off.

            I cry out of pain of this brother,

            My kith and kin though not he.

            The creator, The world author, created me and he

            And gave each the-- the power to save all clef of he's.

            Let me live some-more after me,

            Alive in some-one's blood as he.

Reviews

[Emily]

At first I wasn't sure where you were going,but I found my way! I like how you used old world language (kith) and constructed your poem.Nicely done!

[Maggie]

I had to read it twice because the first time it totally passed right over my head...way to be deep and think things through! :D

[Ashesh]

what an outstanding poem it is!! . A sorrowful story in-wrapped within and words of wisdom so vivid. a poem for a great cause. thanks for sharing.