True story that sadly happened to one of my students.
The grief-stricken lad,
Ran to aid
His father,
Lying,
Knifed,
Helpless,
In a pool
Of crimson
Blood.
He lunged
Forward,
And stabbed
Back,
Instinctively
Protecting
His blud.
He served
Two years,
At her Majesty's,
And on the day
Of his Scrubs'
Release,
A single, cruel
Shot,
Rang out -
And he fell,
Lying,
Helpless,
In a a pool
Of crimson
Blood.
The other boy's
Mother,
Had eked out
Her revenge,
Against
The wrong
Person.
He never walked
Again.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2009-07-11 at 23:46
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Crimson Blud
The grief-stricken lad,
Ran to aid
His father,
Lying,
Knifed,
Helpless,
In a pool
Of crimson
Blood.
He lunged
Forward,
And stabbed
Back,
Instinctively
Protecting
His blud.
He served
Two years,
At her Majesty's,
And on the day
Of his Scrubs'
Release,
A single, cruel
Shot,
Rang out -
And he fell,
Lying,
Helpless,
In a a pool
Of crimson
Blood.
The other boy's
Mother,
Had eked out
Her revenge,
Against
The wrong
Person.
He never walked
Again.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 563 times
Written on 2009-07-11 at 23:46
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