they scorn the adorned
hurling mud in their way
unknowing, they can't touch them
or even ruin their day
jealousy fumes
and they don't know why
they hate the elect
they want them to die
kill them they might
but hurt them, they will not
their pain has already been
in the fight that they've fought
this poem was written November 10, 2006 by Lindsey Collins
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Taken from the L. Collins 2006-2007 Poetry Archives, #47 of
200+ poems written during short season of writing.
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