I wish they were all dead,
In dirt stacked right up to their heads.
Their cringing cries for pity
Would not fill me then with dread.
©Brindology 2004
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I wish they were all dead,
In dirt stacked right up to their heads.
Their cringing cries for pity
Would not fill me then with dread.
©Brindology 2004
If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology.
