Not Haiku but another short form know as a nonet. The first line is comprised of nine sylablles and each consecutive line has one less than the one before. They don't have to ryhme ... that was a happy little fluke
Strangers tell me to kill my brother;
yet I know we share a mother.
I chose them to run my life;
now they just cause me strife.
'Tis my kin they hate;
hearts closed, irate.
In the end
they end
me.
Written at a time when war was all there seemed to be portrayed by the media; somewhat inspired by the Twin Towers and the events that came after.
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Strangers tell me to kill my brother;
yet I know we share a mother.
I chose them to run my life;
now they just cause me strife.
'Tis my kin they hate;
hearts closed, irate.
In the end
they end
me.
Written at a time when war was all there seemed to be portrayed by the media; somewhat inspired by the Twin Towers and the events that came after.
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If the pen be mightier than the sword ... why are we content with inferior weapons?
