Lost To The Wind
Lost to the wind were his agonised pleas,
Falling on the deafness of a stone wall,
He had been pushed ungently to his knees,
He should have known this trouble would befall,
Soon now his body on the ground would sprawl:
A rifle was pointed straight at his head,
At any second now he would be dead,
He was a captive in a lawless land,
Where brutality for years had been bred,
He had been captured by a vicious band.
"Strand New 18"
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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