Totemprince
I have always had a fascination with writing, but over time that aspect of my being got taken away, now I'm here to take it back.
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Prose Challenge of the Week #36: Write a Haiku or Tanka describing a colour without using the name of the colour. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Blamed on Origin.
They shook him and said its time
They hit him and made him stand
His eyes were hollowed and watery
His face was sad and sullen
They made him walk without any help
They made him stand when he fell
His mouth grimaced a little and sank
His legs gave out when he ran
They caught and hit him again
They broke a bone and kept on going
His spirit was finally broken
His soul wanted nothing but redemption
They handed him a plate in disgust
They made laughing noises in unison
His fate was decided when they caught him
His fault was blamed on Origin.
Disclaimer : I have written this as someone who condemned the atrocities put forth by a certain country and its dictator against a whole religion and its people.