Deja Vu
the sentence,perdition
no move to acquit
on trial for offenses
hand tailored to fit
no pardon forthcoming
a curse she proclaims
then yields up her life
to the withering flames
and yet time never ending
as crime will avow
forever impending
from then to the now
where in uterine slumber
a shadow appears
of a spirit encumbered
with malice and fear
and it's memory burns
like the devils own den=
God no!......NOT AGAIN!!!!!
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010
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