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".wastelands pt I."
  by 11th Wonduh


(((heroic couplet)))

"the undisturbed mind is like the calm body
water reflecting the brilliance of the moon.
empty the mind and you will realize
the undisturbed mind."
- yagyu jubei


cognizant w/ my surroundings, prisoner of war, confined
post-apocalyptic artillery, black soot on the sands, triton islands
.
sunburst orange sky, masquerades the jets circling miles high
stealth mode, w/sentinels, soldiers of fortune, my head, exorbitant price
.
expatriated warrior, i served my country w/ dignity
considered a traitor, refused to align myself w/ this corrupt presidency
.
post-apocalyptic earth, constitutional rights, liberties, compromised
tribal factions, freedoms unprotected, enslaved, rights denied .
.
summer cascade of rain, chemicals embedded in droplets acidify
begins to irritate & burn my skin, sentinel were responsible f/ poisoning the sky
.
w/ biochemical warfare, aimed at exterminating the unfit
operatives initiated operation morning rise, plan on killing the unfit
.
environmental pollutants, led to de-evolution of man
water mutagens accelerated the evolution of the superhuman.
.
the age of the quaantum began. factions l/ the aquarebellion squadron
warriors of the zhu & the faction i involved myself w/, the sentinel squadron
.
led by alexandria wynter, calculating, deadly assassin
leader of the free nation is also a sentinel, xavier st. pierre
.
bond forged as soldiers of fortune, radical, turned rogue
splintered from his faction after learning of his ideals, change meant death
.
"cleansing of the ordinary man, for they're meek, dominable."
chilling words. i recognized my wrongs, they needed a leader that's formidable
.
we're mirrors, reflective of one another, difference is, i have ethics
ancient wisdom, enemies, you defeat mentally, fore you assail physically
.
no time to reflect on the past, enhanced hearing,
east winds shift southeast, i can feel them descending
.
deep voices, agent 13 & muldune, affectionately known as the rotweilers
vicious assassins, they thrive on violence
.
as i take refuge behind this tank's hull, voices in the wind
second lesson in human chess, invaders, invade, they never prepare f/ war
.
w/ me, they better be




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Date: 08/14/08 (09:37 AM)
Author: 11th Wonduh
Poem Title: emancipation (wastla...

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comment icon  COMMENTS (5)
  Disoriented Di...
08/15/08 (02:32 PM) 
wow this is indeed a journey and i gotta co sign with fort there...smh the world is on a cycle...and history is repeating itself.

  Demon of Darkn...
08/14/08 (10:30 AM) 
INDED IM WIT FORT.. LURV THE BACKGROUND IT JUS PULLS YOU IN.. AND YOU KNOW YOUR VERBAGE JUS DRAWS YOU INTO THE CORE.. THIS WAS A JOURNEY BUT NOT JUST THAT IT WAS LEARNING CURVE...

  TRU-IN-DEED
08/14/08 (09:16 AM) 
I am almost speechless upon reading this fam. I agree with fort this ain't far off target if you ask me "considered a traitor refused to align myself w/this corrupt presudency" Shoooooottt how real is that? This piece spoke volumes. - T.I.D.

  JuztBe
08/14/08 (09:00 AM) 
lol all o ican say is i love when u construct poetry u alwayys take the reader on a journey wit your pen im with somany others here ur pen is so far advanced that it makes most of these poets dumb struck trying to figure u out another banger but i expect it

  ...Da RiDdLeR ...
08/14/08 (01:19 AM) 
this is some futurstic reality of the end game but honestly i dont think its far off man.. now with russia getting into the game .. this is about to go downhill quickly if people know thier history.. things are going to get real ugly..

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