Night Poem by aiden murdock
Night
O'Brute, who marches
in unison of Hitler's slanders
He comes as The Aryan
who's witty smiles impress Us
Those witty smiles murder Us
one by one
Witty smiles spun lies and murder us
We prayed for His hands to deliver us
He has forsaken us, he has not spared us mercy
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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