Crime Poem by Meena Iyer

Crime



Oh perpetual wheels of time
What was their crime?
Innocence pure,
An easy target?
Ah the lucre's lure..
Would they ever regret?
These vile footprints that they left
On people's hearts, stumbling and bereft

Monday, November 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: innocence
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