Mercenaries have done it again
Displaying their hatred without restraint
They came in the dead of the night
Dressed in white with conical hats worn tight.
Cut the phone
Ransacked my home
They burnt everything to the ground
My home a charred mound
Poetry books included
The only poetry excluded
was that which i was writing at midnight
Sitting on a bench in the moonlight
'A poet never dies'
'The river cries'
'The devil lies'
And 'Midnight sigh'
Are the only poems left in my anthology.
But haters will never give an apology.
I will rebuild my poems
And a new home to store 'em.