Poem 40: The Rivers Of Blood

The Rivers of Blood. 

Seeing the rivers of blood, 

I never knew, somebody could, 

Kill a thousand bleeding people, 

And dump them into the seas, 

Where they would freeze, 

Where they would try to escape, 

But sank eventually, 

But those poor people didn't survive, evidently, 

As their bodies still remain, 

At the bottom of the floor, 

With more disgust and sadness, than gore. 

Seeing the rivers of blood, 

Many times, could I have never stood, 

Instead I knelt and cried, 

Seeing all those people who have died,