The Queen's Dagger

(July 31 1997 / Vermont)

Killing Hand


Why do you do this?
Just because he is different
and better than you,
you kick him down.

He is still a brother,
he still has feelings.
He feels more than you
could ever hope to.

He loves you,
no matter what you do;
that part I will never understand.
How is it possible
to love the killing hand?

Why do you do this?
He is just trying to live
and you keep aiming your gun
straight at his head.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2012
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This one is not very well written; I know. Still, in it I am talking about people who make fun of others.

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  • Willow Moon Pearce (6/15/2012 7:05:00 PM)

    It is a start Elizabeth, but too ambiguous and generalised. With age and more writing you will get over this and start to bloom. Good luck. (Report) Reply

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