Sean Miller

Rookie (massachusats)

The Gruesome - Poem by Sean Miller

Blood and gore
And bodies galore
Death is reaping
Children are weeping
Chaos, murder
People falling from the sky
And no one seems to care why
Arms legs head feet
All showing their signs of defeat
Why must they die?
This is a question
To never be answered
Hanging corpses
Are telling their stories
Upon the lynching ropes
There is not
A place without rot
Or even a simple blood spot
So leave
Be gone
Away from here
Before you feel
Death rows fear

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, April 10, 2006

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