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LITERARY ART
POETRY by BONITA TIPTON
Heavy Price There is a black cloud rising in the east Flames of anger held down beneath Vengeance is but bittersweet
The price we pay is not of gold It’s the human heart, which they hold Precious blood bought and sold
Perhaps this time nothing will survive Annihilation of everything that is alive Total destruction of the mighty tribe
God and Allah may start to speak Wrath of which they tried to preach On deaf ears they tried to reach
We have fallen into a pit of greed Swiftly down with such great speed Words of warning we did not heed
The cost we pay will not be of gold The payment may be our very soul Wages of war is a tremendous toll
By Bonita Tipton July 16. 2006
Lashing Out
Look out everyone here I come I am lashing out and I have just begun
No more sitting on the side with my hands folded Breaking out of that shell to which I was molded
You may think I am silly sometimes There will be no doubt what is on my mind
My mouth will not be shut My hands will not be cuffed
Here me shout! I’m lashing out!
By Bonita Tipton November 13, 2006
All artwork by Barbara Garrett © 2006 Bonita Jean Tipton. All rights reserved. All images, art and content on this web site are properties of Barbara Garrett. Unauthorized use of anything on this site is in direct violation of copyright law. |
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