Acrostic (2) Poem by Melvina Germain
Acrostic (2)
Festered thoughts burn the lining of ones being
Gurgitating whorls unpleasant and foul
Hastings sands may come up bare
Insidious acts do shine in despair
Justice rumored upon the highest hill
Justice mocked and scorned at will
Kindness, compassion lost and snared
Laced the trials of men so feared
Longed to annihilate the bastardly lot
Lest we forget the power Jesus brought
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4/26/2024 9:36:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
death will bring judgement and justice to one and all Tanks Melvina