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Toast It! In the beginning there was an evil and in that evil there lay hidden something good. There was light; there was day. There was darkness; there was night. The evil thing took a disguise disheavled what it could then hid behind the palace wall that none would see that he lived. The children and wives were kept very well living and hiding deep in a shell, but Jack was nimble, he was quick and led them to the candlestick. Men with wings, they came down their target unaware they burst through the many walls for he was holed up there. And all the people crowded the towns harmonious voices heard and chanted "the wicked witch is dead!" and the flying monkeys ran away to seek the yellow brick road. Across the ocean and over the hills went the seals and company of six employed by them a battery of shells now his name is something to spit. No hero here, no hero there just a job that had to be done we'll tell our children through the years about the war that never was. |
Additional Notes:
I expect this to offend some, but my intent is to make light-of-it....to give myself some release. Do you greive for Hitler? or for those murderers on death row? Have we not applauded the death sentences of serial killers? I say we celebrate and continue to fight for the innocent and the victomized. Thank you for giving me my say!
This Poem was Critiqued By: Pat Eaklor On Date: 2011-05-15 23:59:30
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
This was a fascinating poem to me. I read, reread, then reread again to be sure
of all the conflicting emotions it engendered in me...
The first three lines are very powerful! I cannot think of any terrible dictator who
did not start out to seem to be a benevolent savior. You play these first lines very well and
emphasize them with the short 2-lined flat statement which follows. Then other
points hammer home: the hidden real intention, the betrayal of innocence; the stalking of intended
victims...
Powerful, powerful poem. I liked it! TicaBelle