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Vodka brains

screaming and whirling

bloodlust eyes

the madness deep inside

no mercy, no regrets,

no pity either.


So much more to do

before the cleansing is done

then we will be free,

we will drink to rejoice

we will drink to forget.


Vodka brains

madness inside

twirling, whirling

screaming out our hate

dancing once again.


Raped and abused

she can only sit and stare

through nightmare eyes

at the soldiers dancing,

the children, the old, the women

their mutilated bodies

lay forsaken on the village green, and

soon the dance will begin again

when the soldiers come for her, the

soldiers dancing once again.

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bernard shelton

Sat 15th Jan 2011 21:15


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bernard shelton

Sat 15th Jan 2011 21:14

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bernard shelton

Sat 15th Jan 2011 12:31

Cynthia, Petrova thank you for your comments.
Agree it's not a easy read.

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Petrova Fairhurst

Fri 14th Jan 2011 19:52

"through nightmare eyes"
a chilling image, turns my blood to ice water, as does, "mutilated bodies / lay forsaken on the village green,"
Difficult to picture dancing with so much devastation all around but not unimaginable - unfortunately...

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 14th Jan 2011 18:37

This hurts to read. Dancing can be as diabolical as it can be joyful. It is, after all, just body expression of great excitement, whatever the cause. 'Vodka brains' is a paralysing expression in its importance.

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