A Thousand Hurt Poem by Elmer Sayre

A thousand hurt you gave me.
My circle suffered so much with what you have done;
Communal tears springing from our withered eyes without end.
Heartless to the core your ambition consumed you
Claiming riches you cannot bring when you die.
The thousand hurt that you gave me
Will come back to you, bringing you;
Endless sleepless nights -
A thousand and one fear, being friendless and all alone,
Afraid of enemies hunting you to the ends of your puny, pathetic, uneventful life.
The thousand hurt that you gave me,
Will make you suffer so much,
Tears parading from your withered eyes without end.