The Chronicler

13 07 2007

I am not a story writer…
I am a chronicler of human deeds…
Got no soul to burn,
nor any minds to feed
I see pain as you should see them,
but marred is your heart
with cheap bourgeoisie shame.
Told you, I am not a writer,
just a chronicler of human deeds.
Got no love,got no family
neither, friends did I ever need.

Have seen this world a lot many times,
heard its mirthful songs and its chimes
Have seen life’s ironies in its glory,
have seen men die a death many times gory.

Still remember,the frail woman crying for her only sonny
Didnt forget either, men spilling red blood money
I am not a story writer,just a chronicler of human deeds.
I have got no soul to burn,nor any minds to feed.

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4 responses

14 07 2007
surya

Got no love,got no family
neither, friends did I ever need.

thats gr8 that u dint get friend whom u need….but hav u ever thought how others had u as a friend…

thats the correct way to put ur thought as a philander….

it was good…a non-writers job was pretty professional….

19 07 2007
Rax

the repetition drives the point across well. nice sounds and flow too. 🙂

29 07 2007
mono

awesome buddy
thanks you let me know about yr page
intresting line man
will come back for other ones

15 10 2007
Sara

Got no soul to burn

Wow. What a phrase. That is intense.

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