Angry voices in the night
Cause the gentle souls to fight.
Every hawk and vulture's cry
Means another score will die.

Soon, the rivers will run red
Flooded by a sea of dead.
From the swell, no one can hide...
It's too late to stem the tide!

J.S. Black

User Rating:

10.0 /10
(1 votes)

E-mail this poem to e friend

• Send this poem as eCard

• Add this poem to MyPoemList

• Print friendly version

Comments about this poem (Angry Voices by J.S. Black)

more comments >>

Click here to write your comments about this poem (Angry Voices by J.S. Black)

Chitra Lele (11/29/2008 8:42:00 AM)
deep layers of underthing that compel us to ponder on the dark side within
10+

People who read J.S. Black also read:

Classic poets in PoemHunter.Com:

The complete list >>

Lyrics

The complete list >>

Search in the World Poetry Database =>

Search:

in:

tips

(c) Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge.. About Us | Copyright notice | Privacy statement | Help
12/4/2008 10:31:28 PM. You Are Here: Angry Voices by J.S. Black