Tipping The Scales Of Empathy Poem by Jonathan McWilliams
Tipping The Scales Of Empathy
Murder, sport, it’s not for food
You’re Unaware and I feel joy
The way I kill you will be crude
Surely you, I will destroy
Steady now as I aim
But something strange glows inside
I realize now you’re not a game
Empathy my angel cried
Friday, June 10, 2011
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9/19/2024 5:10:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Like it short and sweet. May i invite you to Read my poem called boy to a man. Its a true Story.