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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Son Has Fallen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The battle is distant...and fading away<br>my senses are drowning.. i lay afraid<br>falling rain mingles with saltwater tears<br>the setting sun beckons dark-water fears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A feeling of rage welling up inside<br>going to explode.. can't run.. can't hide<br>wave the flag and fight for freedom<br>invisible dragons in this alien kingdom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drifting between the present and past<br>flash-backs...snapping so fast<br>nineteen years and ninety-nine days, <br>march before me...thru this ghostly haze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stare up.. into a spinning sky<br>so many questions.. why god why<br>can it be over.. i'm so far away<br>friends.. family.. i laughed.. i played</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smell of our kitchen.. on a holiday<br>drifts...thru the jungles damp decay<br>late night talks.. by the fires ashes<br>midnight screams.. my brain flashes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot move.. i just lie here waiting<br>for another round of fighting and hating<br>nineteen years and ninety-nine days<br>sunny afternoons.. cartoon matinees.<br> <br>Mother wakes me.. don't be late for school<br>reality shakes me.. in my bloody pool<br>if I could move.. i'd curl up and cry<br>heaven help me.. it's my time to die</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes jump open.. to catch the rain<br>i swallow hard.. to stop the pain<br>the hundred yard dash.. the winning medal<br>the sickening smash of flying metal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been good.. as far as I could tell<br>Mother.. why do good boys go to hell<br>nineteen years and ninety-nine days, <br>i end all alone.. in a confusing haze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne.. i wish I could reach your letter.<br>you asked how I'm doing.. i've been better<br>your perfume survived the heat and sweat<br>stirring memories I won't forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this deadly day was sharp and brutal<br>i cling to my hope.. but know its futile<br>i'm spinning inside hells kaleidoscope<br>sprayed blood.. ripped flesh.. blunted steel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sun has fallen, <br>and leaves no trace.<br>the rain and blood, <br>dance on his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nineteen years and one hundred days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a son has fallen, <br>in the mud he lays.		</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘89</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Vuyakovich">George Vuyakovich</a><div class=q>
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my senses are drowning.. i lay afraid
falling rain mingles with saltwater tears
the setting sun beckons dark-water fears

A feeling of rage welling up inside
going to explode.. can't run.. can't hide
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