The paper fragments on the door
Bear silent witness to the
Factor of anger
The red shreds,
Peeling like dead skin
Where are your tears?
Cry for me
Do it.
I want to see it.
Laid out to me like a feast
Little pilgrim,
Tremble before me
I am your master.
so, gentlemen of the jury, what is your verdict?
Comments
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Interesting Write.
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this poem is like no other poem I have read , and I think the world needs more diversity, woderfully written.please return the favor I would really appriciate it though.*********************************
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