Violence Poem by Mohd Arshad
Violence
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It's rusting, rusting, rusting,
If we catch on
This knife has fair sharpness
For our fragile fingers
And we brush it aside!
It's dying, dying, dying,
If we see
This serpent stings
Those who hold it happily
And we spank it with a staff
To ditch it anon!
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: revenge
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5/3/2024 7:59:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Vengeance, poison of the soul and poison of the body...... serpant stings, sharpness of the knife...... fine expressions to reveal revenge.. tony