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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Meeting With Despair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the cancer striken<br>has life ended for him<br>even before it ends? <br>the HIV child <br>has life cheated on him<br>before it has even began? <br>whose fault? <br>the worlds spins<br>without a care<br>she cries, nobody cares<br>the mother who refuses to let<br>her dead baby go<br>feeling its warmth<br>till the numbing cold<br>jolts her to realisation<br>that a phase of her life is over<br>her tears, broken heart<br>and the eerie cold<br>the clearcut divider<br>all the love that wont<br>bring the familiar warmth<br>of the bundle back<br>to her bossom<br>so cold the world can be<br>she eventually realises<br>through her child</div><div style="margin:10px 0">israel, palestine<br>the muslims, jews<br>the god behind<br>does he know the blood<br>shed is all for his sake? <br>conflicting beliefs<br>arising from one GOD<br>or is he like the earth<br>that spins without a care? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an answer the world waits<br>did jesus come as son of the Most High<br>to heal the world? <br>did Prophet Mohammad<br>come to clear the wrongs? <br>the world spins without a care<br>perhaps, something anew<br>to clear up the mess again<br>god, , , god....god, , , god....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Meeting With Despair<br>AS evening shaped I found me on a moor<br>Which sight could scarce sustain: <br>The black lean land, of featureless contour, <br>Was like a tract in pain.<br>'This scene, like my own life, ' I said, 'is one<br>Where many glooms abide; <br>Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun-<br>Lightless on every side.<br>I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught<br>To see the contrast there: <br>The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought, <br>'There's solace everywhere! '<br>Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood<br>I dealt me silently<br>As one perverse-misrepresenting Good<br>In graceless mutiny.<br>Against the horizon's dim-descernèd wheel<br>A form rose, strange of mould: <br>That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel<br>Rather than could behold.<br>''Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent<br>To darkness! ' croaked the Thing.<br>'Not if you look aloft! ' said I, intent<br>On my new reasoning.<br>'Yea-but await awhile! ' he cried. 'Ho-ho! -<br>Look now aloft and see! '<br>I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven's radiant show<br>Had gone. Then chuckled he. <br>Thomas Hardy</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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has life ended for him
even before it ends? 
the HIV child 
has life cheated on him
before it has even began? 
whose fault? 
the worlds spins
without a care
she cries, nobody cares
the mother who refuses to let
her dead baby go
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