Judgement in forced rhyme!
A little creature born to live
Torn apart its life to give
Its master be a cruel god
Love and kindness he is not
Compassion only for himself
But acting like a little elf
Another trophy on the shelf
To killing he would delve
Now a judgement on his head
Consequences do not fret
Ten to one he lays a bet
A slap on the wrist instead
No value on gods’ creatures lay
Makes easy them to slay
With murder get away
Right up to this day
Stoning in a public square
Would my regime be and fare
His henchmen also share
Or anyone would dare!
25/08/2007
Exquisite Write!
Ann