Paul Mills

Misgiving - Poem by Paul Mills

How futile the infirm man’s battle
With miscreants wrath he’ll stop to cry
The conquer sobs not but slaughters
And weak men weep then waits to die

Is it not better to slay at once
The tyrant’s weakness without delay
Then stop and wail with lost victor
And to death as the despots prey

Topic(s) of this poem: verse

Form: Verse

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 24, 2015

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