Cold Hard Poison

January 13, 2009
By Emily Smith, Rochester, MI

Cold hard poison down your eyes
Chop your legs off and watch you squirm
White powder, sprinkle until there's no sign.
Scream with no sound, toss and turn.

Brutality is the finest piece of passion this world knows
It's for the better of everyone else, I guess.
Beaten and shaken live stock, what else will be proposed?
But with some people confused about what's right everything is left in shambles, left in a gigantic mess.

The protestors stand on the side
Hoping their words and signs would free this torture
But simplicity leads to violence, which leads to all activists confined.
Once again stranded, all alone

Unable to speak out for themselves
Unable to make a sound.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.

Parkland Book