Teeth Grinding Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Teeth Grinding
At the attack line,
Not ready for fire.
Pushing away at
The opposition's
Strongest soldiers.
The fire at their
Numb fingertips,
Will only every burn
Rather than cleanse.
Monday, September 5, 2011
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4/25/2024 3:47:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Cleanse require humanitarianism and its another fight.Its spiritual but when people fall for it what would happen to people working in bullets and bombs departments.They have to live otherwise they will explode at defence and ordnance ministries.They want to burn opposition people with burn standards otherwise they know they have charred foreheads...Well written thoughtful poetry here