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I CANNOT BE HAPPY

Yes, I am an inspiring poet because I am the son of wars; my torn pocket carries nothing but weep. How can I not be a poet? I mean a sad poet while our poets are the heirs of the broad pains; I mean the heirs of wide ruin? I will draw a painting, and of course it will be without a smile because I am the son of wars. I will look at a woman, and I love her, and of course my love for her will be without flavor because I am a sandy ghost the wars have stolen his face. S o I will try to write a poem; I mean I happy poem but I cannot be happy, not because I chose this but because I am from this land; the land that knew nothing but war and tears. Look at our flowers; they are dead; look at our river; it is dry and look at my mouth; it does not know smiling.
 

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Terry Kay

Anwer,. This is a incredible poem.  So sad.  Terry Kay

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