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Sonnet for Rebellion

What's the morbid scent that's on the wind?
The sweetly blackened stink of bodies swinging
on a distant gallows in the wind
above the bow-ed heads of women wailing

Straining my mind's eye through endless darkness
I see dead men spinning in the winds
Keening through the wailing women's sadness
I hear sinners choking on their sins

What were sins to hangmen in that hour
was merely desperation to the hanged
Truth is in the hand that holds the power
The hangman sees that hand remains unchanged

The wailing rebel wears her thirteen knots
while in shallow ground her brother rots

The Alienist

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The following comments are for "Sonnet for Rebellion"
by The Alienist

From Brighton to Baghdad
Truth lies in power's hand...


Bibbing in Babylon,

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: December 26, 2006 )

excellent... just this morning I watched an explanation of the pending death of Hussein.

i appreciate the explanation of the "desperation to the hanged" as being completely washed over with nooses of so-called "truth". And that only on "shallow ground" can any of it stand.

I am a fan of the sonned, and I thank you for sharing your gift.

( Posted by: innarae [Member] On: December 29, 2006 )

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