The Air Of Hatred - Poem by Bonnie Bird
The air so thick of hate,
Not one soul of good intent.
Did this family thus instate,
With the harboring of one delinquent.
Coursing through his veins,
Was indeed gypsy blood.
Thus making him a demon evil in his ways,
Carelessly initiating a bloody fued.
The demon child had his revenge,
With malice and joyfulness.
In doing so he had his end,
The last four days in crazed cheerfulness.
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