Eyes of the artificially embarrassed crowd
can't help to gawk, inquisitive, waiting for the screams.
So they can say they were there
was pushed into the soil with his verbal skills
and kicked to death anonymously.
Sympathy stares at her impressive wounds,
but no-one will ever take a single fleeting second
to ponder what name to put on her tombstone.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-09-29 at 21:26
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