Asadollah Keshavarzi

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

Comments about Killing Machine by Asadollah Keshavarzi

  • Lucifera Santez (8/14/2013 10:32:00 AM)

    it was areal thoughtful piece.
    10 for it.
    please read some of mine.
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  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (12/5/2012 9:14:00 AM)

    A poignant mindbending verse! A dark poem indeed dat makes for a fine poem. (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson Jr. (11/1/2012 11:10:00 AM)

    gREETINGS TO THE HUMANITY! so perfect and lovely my country mate
    you have done a great work here
    good job
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  • Unwritten Soul (6/4/2012 8:07:00 AM)

    The cruel killing weapon is cruel mind, cruel to others is a invisible weapon that can kill soul deeply even if they alive...Hope we not be a soul murderer, it bleed pain that unseen by naked eyes...One shield we can avoid is love, and forgiveness will make we resistant to any bullet they throw on us, Be strong Asadollah! _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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