A Story Poem by Raveendran N.V.

A Story

Rating: 2.8


Out of righteous anger
I hit a rabbit on his head
Because he bit his brother.

His left eye protruded,
Bled white and red;
He twirched in pain
And looked at me
As if to tell me who I am.

I twitched and turned,
And then stood freezing
For in the the oozing red
Was wriiten
The story of immortal crime.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 30 March 2009

A powerful, disturbing piece. The naked truth from which, too often, our eyes turn away. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra

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