Scary Voices Poem by Yiro Abari High

Scary voices behind me
They speak to me of death
They speak to me of hate

Death has been with us
Travelling around for months
Returning like the ghosts

Voices struggled to speak
Enduring for a week
And now it's surely late

Silence across the table
The land is miserable
As death has come again

Dark clouds form a tower
I know there is a fire
A trial by a mob

A rap is on my door
I found that I am wrong
Raging guns from afar

A skeleton on the throne
For all his flesh are gone
Dancing and ugly dance

I aimed towards the house
Roving around the path
Away from sites of hate

"As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul, to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take"