The Letter Poem by Amala Comer

The Letter



The drooling stink
of twisted words,
from mouths of jackals

The putrid carcass
of truth disguised
away from prying eyes

Natures judge
and jury sit
the hour glass
is running fast
crimes against humanity
your trial will come
at last

The iron glove
of friendship
barbed with cruel intent,
You hide amongst the shadows

Heed this letter sent.






4th April 2012

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The Chinese communist party rejected, outright, an appeal from all the Nobel Peace Laurates to end the genocide being committed against Tibetans, in Tibet. This letter, in response to that rejection, was not so courteous
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