Death Corner
On my back somebody rapped,
I turned back as if trapped,
they had me down there,
and there was no escape here,
it was a corner,
where I had gone for shelter,
now it had become a run helter skelter,
I looked with eyes as hapless as those of a deer,
my breath stopped and not taking any gears,
I looked my adversary in eyes,
and looked at his cruelty witha lot of sly,
his hand rose in offence,
in the daylight something flashed.
and I had developed a deadly gash,
I lay bleeding to death,
still wondering why I had made that corner dash.
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