The Sage

Firstly, I killed a man, Hatred mated with pride, Guts as conception leapt off the span, then will nurtured the twain. Hatred mated with pride, Made me await the media, then will nurtured the twain, And the cops came thither. What made me await the media Pruned the courage in me, And the cops came tither, While I admitted what I did. The courage pruned in me Made the cops disbelieve me. While I admitted what I did, They said I to merry lost my wit. What made the cops disbelieve me, Would be responsible for more evils. They said I to merry lost my wit. That's enough to keep me guiltless of more evils. Date: 03/10/2019 Contest Name: Poets' October Pantoum Sponsor : William Kekaula