Some mortals live a perpetual life of tyranny that gush from their heart like the fountains of Babylon.

 

 

He looks mean as he

Zips his wallet witha a contorted

And friendless face

He is by nature neither a giver

Of money nor a dispenser of love

A smile only comes onto

His face when he is drenched

In the blood of another man

The devil appears to have

Taken complete charge

Of the workings of his heart

That he lives with a heart of tyranny

So enriched with misdemeanor that

Not even his children feel him

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  • newsfeed on Jul 4, 2011

    nice information i really love it comments on my articles too :)

  • ceegirl on Jul 4, 2011

    I would not feel him either. He’s scary looking.

  • Borhan on Jul 4, 2011

    Great share. Thanks for posting.

  • Ruby Hawk on Jul 4, 2011

    Well done, a good share.

  • Mr Wegman on Jul 4, 2011

    Great share

  • wonder on Jul 4, 2011

    A formidable description with an apt picture.

  • Eunice Tan on Jul 4, 2011

    Good poem. Powerfully said.

  • spice247 on Jul 5, 2011

    good one

  • yes me on Jul 6, 2011

    Nice one GABY

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