Nick Hilton

Rookie (London)

Cruel - Poem by Nick Hilton

The wicked arms,
Of the enslavers,
Multiplying with each breath,
And thoose beckoned to the abyss,
Fall silent to the dust.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 9, 2005

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