The Judgement Poem by Anthony Ominiabohs

The Judgement

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In a hailstorm of bullets
There you lay,
Huddled up like a banana peel
Looking up to Mr. Death
To take up vestiges of life
Seized by his ugly hands,
In a bid that you be free.

With a hollow heart i look
Bewildered in a helpless way
For time to turn aback his hands
Knowing better than to wish
I cry helplessly in defeat.

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