David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

I've Had Enough of Death


I’ve had enough of death
The gasp for air, the struggling breath;
Let those who kill, jailed, live on,
That they their breathing may reflect upon;

Let them stare at the dull grey walls
Let them keen on strange footfalls,
Give them the silence of their thoughts
To hear the misery they have wrought;

Let them pine for a friendly voice
Let them reflect upon their choice,
If their solitude disturb them not,
Let them sit entombed and rot.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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  • Brian Masters (4/23/2013 8:42:00 AM)

    Very good, rhymes well and uses great vocabulary! Feel free to read some of mine, I think we have a similar style. (Report) Reply

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