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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368427" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucky Ones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beige-brown logs of decaying flesh float on the river; <br>Enumerable, abject.<br>The bough decapitated; <br>Near the zenith.<br>How long? how many more? <br>The elders wonder as they stare agape; <br>As the women on the riverbank, <br>Wallop their bosoms, wailing in a cohort, covered in sanguine red; <br>The chosen color of fate in this bed of feminocracy<br>A bleak country sans a vision or a voice; <br>As decapitated bodies float in the river, <br>Corpses nobody wants, nobody arrests; <br>As the bodies float to the jaws of a second death; <br>In the hands of slithering predators; <br>In the hallways of muddy banks; bewitching waters; <br>In a harrowing twilight.<br>Then one day, from the source of the river<br>Comes a speckle of hope, <br>A body, a bullet piercing a makeshift fontanelle, <br>Some unknown widow's husband, A mother's son, <br>Leaving behind a rare legacy.<br>A face that solemnly bequeaths to the onlookers, a morceau of hope.......<br>Two eyes, a nose and two lips that matter so much, <br>A burial, a much looked forward burial; <br>For one of the lucky ones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dilantha+Gunawardana">Dilantha Gunawardana</a><div class=q>
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Enumerable, abject.
The bough decapitated; 
Near the zenith.
How long? how many more? 
The elders wonder as they stare agape; 
As the women on the riverbank, 
Wallop their bosoms, wailing in ..."></div>
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