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Murderers

Standing there, 
viewing carnage hands.
Blood descends to floor,
and softly lands.

Drops of life,
this once used to be.
Flowing through harmless hearts,
before when free. 

Their eyes filled with agony,
from slaying hands and brutal way.
Physical/emotional neglect, 
day by day.

Ugly faces, 
surround work of death.
Pain and frightening screaming,
until final breath.

What people don't see,
nor want to know.
How meat is slaughtered for them,
it should be shown. 





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  1. Date: 3/2/2011 5:51:00 AM

    Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured on PoetrySoup this week Ryan. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 2/21/2011 1:14:00 PM

    The conclusion is a little too strong. Let the reader conclude that they should know how meat if slaughtered. Otherwise, there are some good images.

    Jackson Avatar Ryan Jackson Date: 8/20/2012 11:12:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Mike, you helped me edit and finalise the finishing touches of this one, much gratitude :-)
  1. Date: 2/21/2011 1:12:00 PM

    You have a diamond in the rough with this presentation. Correct a few spelling and grammar errors here, and you have an outstanding poem.