Death Poem by Annairoc Phipps
Death
Death in the day,
What can I say.
My hands are clean,
I'll tell you all I've seen.
Cows sitting around,
not making a sound.
Out of fear
That they are here.
Ready to die? ?
NO, NO why!
I tell them to get back!
They stand in the shack.
Go away I say get back!
Leave them alone Jack.
As if he heard me he turned.
Would you rather they burned?
Death in the day
what can I say?
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