<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>People (And Their Attritions)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To dream in the shade of gray <br>And wake with the sound of silence<br>The redolent ululations of the stagnant wind<br>Will freeze the airwaves with icicles<br>Sharper than the tongues of fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People are people<br>Marred with a weak heart<br>That heeds no change for mercy<br>When stricken by godly hands; <br>Like a serpent, infuriated from the ground<br>By the prime predators with blood<br>Warm and red that he envied<br>With such amazed incongruity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disturbed by the clamors beyond the pale<br>And the pertinacious exploitations<br>These harried hands wrought upon graves<br>Praying with the white flowers<br>Tossed without remorse<br>Withering with the brittle bones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I snide a fang for the manipulation<br>Ensconced in the hollow bones -<br>Haunted by the lost childhood<br>And the false-analogy of the future</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People are people<br>And it will never reimburse<br>The lack of reasons<br>For all these conflagrating wounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hissed, I snickered, <br>At my own involution<br>To my life's suspension<br>And the pathos begged<br>Groveling for your poison</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the lovely people<br>And your banquet of attrition: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you see the last bit of me<br>Hauling into the sun-drenched light<br>So you can see the profuse vexation<br>And the fear that the immense shadow casts? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this turpitude I curled and folded<br>The weary scherzo of the heart<br>And like a mote suspended in the dusk<br>I descended, waning from your touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</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=471443" data-title="People (And Their Attritions) de Norman Santos" data-description="To dream in the shade of gray And wake with the sound of silence The redolent ululations of the stagnant wind Will freeze the airwaves with icicles Sharper than the tongues of fire People are people Marred with a weak heart That heeds no change ..."></div> </div> </div>

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