Ken Bennight

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Sin Of Speech - Poem by Ken Bennight
Murderer and theif,
from me to you to each.
What's shared between the teeth,
is the sin that we call speech.
Its the blade around the neck,
the pole you view has a speck.
Just rotteness of your dead flesh,
Has all your stench of breath.
Keep each of your lips tight,
speak only things polite.
And understand the words you speak
can take or save a life
Murderer and theif
from me to you to each.
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
Poems by Ken Bennight : 295 / 397
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015
Poem Edited: Sunday, January 24, 2016
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