Killing Machine - Poem by Asadollah Keshavarzi
Grimaced at my bruises on my skin
'Oh, No! Too bad! ', said with broad grin
Stood sad of clumsy colleagues
'I show you what good lashing mean! '
Cold-blooded, adept at his job
Snored and sniffed, monster in plain robe
Adroit hands in cutting flesh
Every lash a dagger to stub
Simple dumb brutal creature
But smart to portray a death picture
'I'll come and give you a spade at dawn'
And I'd dig a grave! The worst torture
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