Abdullah Bashir


Advantage - Poem by Abdullah Bashir

Jackson was a man with honour,
A man that defined a century,
A century full of love and peace,
Love that was motherly,
Peace that was simply heartwarming,
But the great-doings of Jackson were soon shown annihilation,
As his idea and his well-placed laws were brutally assaulted,
Assaulted in such a deforming way that,
Jackson started to doubt his own existence,
'Is life a mere illusion? ' He asked himself repeatedly,
His life was going through a depressing stage,
Until he was shot twice in the chest by them,
They were people who did not tolerate peace and love,
They urged for violence and assault,
As they seemed, it was far more 'amusing',
The assault they were hungry for, was finally given to them,
and unleashed upon the poor Veronica,
They arrived at the destination,
The destination where Veronica was held,
The leader looked at her in a satanic way,
And got closer and closer to the little Veronica,
Veronica, full of fear, immediately placed her lovely hands on her crouch and shouted,
'You can't do this to me! '
The leader did not pay any attention to her urges,
and took advantage of her existence,
Just like everybody had given away themselves,
for their own sake.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, July 4, 2014


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