To the Knights of the Forty Islands

А.Ежиков
The alien planet is flying in space,
Experiment put and
Swords in small hands,
The rules are set,
The blood is pours on the stones,
The bridges must be guarded here -
To keep the life
Of captured children
Of human race,
When is the end of this brutal play?
How can they obey to kill?
The swords are wooden,
But turn into steel…
Young are good fighters,
Old can’t live a day.
This is a test of a human race,
The place is unreal,
But death is exist,
Feelings are there,
They are just kids,
You either kill or die -
The winners get home,
But others die…
These are the rules
Of the alien play.
I read it again
And I suffer again,
The time is yours,
But place is not.
The hate exists in all of us,
The life is real here.
The love is also in the hearts,
But only chosen see it.


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Cool, the only thing is :do planets actually fly??? not sure
The rest is great, very visual

Анна С   25.12.2003 03:43   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Thank you for reading...

А.Ежиков   25.12.2003 08:09   Заявить о нарушении
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