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The Secret (Free verse) by nentwined There are no adults.
That's why we made gods.
Governments.
Lawyers.
Childhood bullies
learning consensual rules.
Mostly not knowing
that
they're just rules.
Rules, like in any other game.
Not laws.
Nothing is
certain
but death.
And even then --
who knows?
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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.8 Overall Rank: 401 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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24-Jun-01/7:34 PM
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good point.
"There are no adults..." I couldn't agree more. "Nothing is certain..." well... heheheh.... we can only hope....
True 'nuff.
I like the fact that there are no adults. Justifies me being bratty from time to time. ;o)
How dare you! You bring the disfavour of the Gods upon us all with such insolence! The Gods made us. We did not make the Gods. To argue otherwise is naughtiness.
I like this poem a lot, it's well-written and true, although the ending seems a little disconnected. 8.
nice
Do I agree with the premise? I agree we made gods, but as for the reason - we'd have to agree on a definition of an adult.
I put this in the category of "thoughts that might turn into poems". 557 view(s)
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