The InterviewA Poem by Lewis Davis-NormanThis is a dark one, let me know what you think!
Reporter: Excuse me sir, have you a moment?
Man: I have a tortured lifetime.
Reporter: What is this place of lifeless stone?
Man: It is the slaughterhouse of evil.
Reporter: Why do the trees appear to whisper?
Man: For if they shout, they fall.
Reporter: Why won’t the Songthrush bless our ears?
Man: It fled to save its eyes.
Reporter: Why do the men droop in grey silence?
Man: They had their tears confiscated.
Reporter: What happened in this bitter place?
Man: The abhorred slowly perished.
Reporter: Why were these creatures vehemently despised?
Man: Their vile blood existed.
Reporter: What callous crimes did they commit?
Man: They claimed to have the right to live.
Reporter: What happened to these frightful beings?
Man: Their evil was cleansed by fire.
Reporter: Excuse me sir, but who are you?
Man: I am the blessed dictator
© 2013 Lewis Davis-Norman
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