Murderer Poem by Suhel Akram

Murderer



thou murderer of felicity,
pay thy taxes of iniquity,
wash thy hands gore
with hemoglobin of soul intentions pure.

thine augury of exempt,
wont you get from my wraith
haunting you in your nights,
waking thou in thy dream
reading thee every time,
the story of thy murder.

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