BeyondA Poem by LizI can’t help but wonder what lurks beyond these walls, Maybe a fairytale land, maybe a river; A river of blood. Where the peasants become the wealthy And the wealthy become the peasants, But they’ll all march to the guillotine. Dressed in the very finest, their Sunday cloaks. Soaked in their prayers. Steamed with forgiveness. And they’ll drop them reluctantly Before prancing across the podium To lose their heads, Into a river of blood Amidst a fairytale land. I can’t help but wonder what lurks beyond these walls. © 2014 Liz |
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1 Review Added on October 8, 2013 Last Updated on January 2, 2014 AuthorLizOHAboutI am a college student studying Interpersonal Communication and Conflict Management at Kent State University. I am a lover of all things coffee. Welcome to my profile. Reads and reviews are gr.. more..Writing
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