Murder, she wrote

Murder, she wrote.. 
Murder it was
Who was the victim?
Who was the killer?
Muder was all she could say
Muder, she wrote
The pain, the grief
The anguish, the atrocities
Seeing it before her eyes
Muder was all she could mummur
Muder, she wrote
As I watch the limb go num
Eyes go grey
Muder was all in she has in her heart.
- Solomon Annas

2 comments:

  1. nice poem.. guess she's the murderer

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  2. THE VOICE OF SILENCE....AND THE LIMITATION OF THE TONGUE....PAINS WITHOUT VENT....HMMMM!....YOU GO...AND YOU WISH SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS THE VOLUME OF UNSPOKEN WORDS IN THAT HUSH!!

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