Cyanide Genocide Poem by Blanche Hardin

Cyanide Genocide



Tyranny is ageless,
Poison is the essence.
Murder is a skill,
and life is a nuisance.
Pain is like gold,
Once dead you never grow old.
Rope is a delicacy.
Suicide is of jealousy.
Cyanide is a substance,
That takes away your existence.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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