I'Ve Had Enough Of Death Poem by David McLansky

I’ve had enough of death
The gasp for air, the struggling breath;
Let those who kill, jailed, live on,
That they their breathing may reflect upon;

Let them stare at the dull grey walls
Let them keen on strange footfalls,
Give them the silence of their thoughts
To hear the misery they have wrought;

Let them pine for a friendly voice
Let them reflect upon their choice,
If their solitude disturb them not,
Let them sit entombed and rot.