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Best Poems About / On BALLAD
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The Gothic Ballad
I walk carelessly down the dark road
My heavy black boots constantly clicking
Clicking on the cold cement
My long black and velvet Trench coat
Billowing in the slight breeze
My Chest slightly rising under my tight corset
My chains on my pants jingling together
As I walk down this Moon lit road
Staring up at the midnight moon
This is the ballad
The ballad of the lost
Of the silent warriors
Of the people you pass by and call freaks
Of the people
Who will save your soul
For our souls are pure
Our souls sing this ballad
The ballad of the night
The ballad of the pure hearts
Ankoku Gekido
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an angel name ballad
in the sky from heaven an angel dance and sing in the glory he, s choosen to be the angel of the rain everytime i hear a song in the wind the air crying is ballad he, s dancin for the glory from beyond voices come sudenly the voices go away a sweet song in the rain is ballad he, s dancin and the fate, s celebrate among the maidens how enchanted ballad dance among the wind under twilight realm he sings how sweet the voices the melody and the songs that he sings ballad fall from paradise come and dance by our side and he fall, s to the land everytime the rain fall, s ballad celebrate he, s victory and the glory of humanity i hear a song in the rain someone is calling my name and ballad dance and sing lest celebrate he, s glory in paradise an angel live name ballad in heaven he, s shoosen to be the angel of the rain.
keisha lenn
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The Ballad of the Working Slaves
The ballad of the working slaves plays out day and night. You can see it and hear it, but you cant stop it.
The ballad of the working slaves is ruled by greed and demand, you can feel it.
People in offices all over the country, kitchens, warehouses, shops, building sites and schools all over the world
Every where
There are people waiting on their wage
Waiting on the clock to strike the minute that will set them free.
This ballad is dull and oppressing. It ties us down with invisible chains.
Chains which lock away our freedom and deaden our imagination
Second by second, this keeps happening.
Its happening now
The only thing being created here is stress and profit
and profit wins out every time.
People slowly rot away into their jobs and become what they are not.
But its the game we play
The life we chose
The song we sing
And the ballad we all dance to
Nathan Strange
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LATE AFTERNOON BALLAD
Late Afternoon Ballad
Aldo Kraas
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