Death Burns

Atanacio on Jul 22, 2009

A man is shot and robbed and left for dead.

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Blood on the floor,

stains on the door,

it’s just like the rich robbing the rich,

and the poor robbing the poor,

the man was dead in the living room,

after he was robbed,

a dozen gunshot wounds,

and his doom was simply doom,

automatic casings scattered,

a life shattered,

and hysteria was soon to come,

when his family opens the door to see him,

and a murderer is on the run,

death burns,

and it takes its turn.

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Comments (6)

Millie1986 on Jul 22, 2009
Great write pa, but what does the picture have to do with the poem????
ladybaby on Jul 22, 2009
You have a deep understanding on the topic of death. Good poem.
Evelyn M Carter on Jul 22, 2009
Wonderful! Very enjoyable read! Thanks for sharing…
Sammy2000 on Jul 22, 2009
great job pa, Millie just read the damn thing and if you wanna loom at pictures, buy a children’s book Boom!
Millie1986 on Jul 22, 2009
Sammy baby did you mean look at pictures? You wrote loom, check yourself pa pa and Boom back in your face!
RS Wing on Jul 22, 2009
Very diverse collection of poetry you have. A wide range of material. Really good work man. I really enjoy them. Great piece!

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