<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Counting Hearts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess…<br>We x-ray hearts differently<br>Pints, love, pity, bangs and chess<br>No conscience walking confidently<br>Blue stained red and black as an awful dress<br>Bad versus evil, good is knocked out completely<br>Plunges, blood stained, wet grasses in sour vex<br>Burdens, sorrow chipped correctly<br>Poison arrows, bands and clamps make life a mess<br>Emotions not drawn from senses sniffs deadly<br>Curie might have started the problem, but who will end this dance which seems endless<br>And the clay He would smash and start off again coldly<br>Mother, this world is for counting hearts<br>Not your game to say checkmate<br>The frog roars, the bird howls, what louder noise my mate makes? <br>Till everyone's funeral is in their diary up to date<br>Coarse hands yank life far away in deaths <br>Of countless, stubborn, stiff and cold hearts in a suitcase<br>Whence does music calm troubled breasts? <br>But frenzy all tied up for theirs to use<br>Treasures and gold even fall to the brim of their crests<br>And my own little ballad, they want to create a dimple <br>Then I yearn for one in two days as he rests<br>They bother charity and peace to caress<br>And transform those who seek it in ugly stress<br>Thrown in their hands is power and authority to change what is<br>The times<br>And futures<br>And lies<br>And tribes, religions and worlds<br>Programs operate under their programmes<br>Nails, dollar bills and angry faces <br>No hearts, no conscience<br>And failing God, our economy falls<br>Down and down we drain<br>Down and down the drain<br>And yet it rains <br>But does not corrode peoples wicked desires<br>Their ambitious plans<br>We bother what causes the troubling storms<br>What brings about the daily plagues<br>It is because we find on us stains<br>And for hearts so wicked as this to do things<br>Forgets<br>That there is a counting of hearts<br>Of course, He would not yet put those faulty behind bars<br>He'll just separate the wheat from the tars<br>One, two, three, four…<br>Yes, this I know…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivan+Chizurum+Ezeigbo">Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413409" data-title="Counting Hearts de Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo" data-description="I guess… We x-ray hearts differently Pints, love, pity, bangs and chess No conscience walking confidently Blue stained red and black as an awful dress Bad versus evil, good is knocked out completely Plunges, blood stained, wet grasses in sour ve..."></div> </div> </div>

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