Martins Akhoeneto

Soul Tormentor - Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

I must kill this creature Red headed with venomous sting As that of a busy bee It stung me once, twice And now, hover around The head; shelter of it eave Does it ever go soft? Has it got any antidote? Have you ever thought About mighty dosage of hell pain You inflict on the innocent Even to your own breed And he who shut his ears To your grave rebellious sermon I must bear its pain Waiting for the truth maker To unravel the misery to all All and all accomplice

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

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