May 21, 1984 5:48 p.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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T.A.S. teen age suicide

Underneath this yellowed pall
	There lived a raging youth; a soul who dreamed it all
He wore his heart naked
Exposed to the hurt
	Now it no longer beats it just lay in the dirt

Underneath this open gaze
	The eyes were once burn bright, a knowing steely gaze
He saw too much
Exposed to the hurt
	Now he belongs on his back in the dirt

		This world wasn't made for our children
		This time is too brutal and scary
		They know they are smarter than we were
		And they haven't the time to be wary

Underneath this chunk of skin
	There lived a vital truth, but it did not fit in
It called out to us
But no one would listen
	Now it no longer speaks, it's chords are bitten

1984

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