The drooling stink
of twisted words,
from mouths of jackals
The putrid carcass
of truth disguised
away from prying eyes
Natures judge
and jury sit
the hour glass
is running fast
crimes against humanity
your trial will come
at last
The iron glove
of friendship
barbed with cruel intent,
You hide amongst the shadows
Heed this letter sent.
4th April 2012
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