Death Of The Innocent Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Death Of The Innocent
My skeleton is blinded
And the hands are bounded
Gagged with the American flag
I lie there in silence with the blood letting out
It was poured into the ground and was drank by it
Now, it's whole with my innocence
As it doesn't care in the waste it has caused
Because it's onto the next one
It's strength is worthy of the evil that it possessed
Having no remorse to the torture it has bestowed
But my spirit is free to fly
And I am not afraid of it now
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Your excellent poem shows the dauntless spirit the oppressed can possess, LeeAnn.
A dark and thought-provoking work, the opening liens grabbed me and hooked me in, your capture the fear and desperation of a tortured person well, it's a poem that embodies human empathy.
Torture, pains and hardships will fuel our spirit to become stronger. They open an avenue where we can fly and soar without fear. A well crafted write
A powerful poem, so very fascinating, it makes my blood stop for a second.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/16/2024 7:04:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very fascinating fantastic poem, great torture occurred. Bravo dear LeeAnn!