C.F Francis

Rookie - 0 Points (11/26/1993 / Jamaica)

The Happenings - Poem by C.F Francis

I saw them rip his guts out.
They starve him, beat him and ill treat him.
Nothing was left of him.
Now my papa is there on the stick,
Breathless.
I heard them abuse him, Poison other against him.
Now they kill him.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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