Voudo

Deep within

The bowels

Of Haiti

A new

Religion forms

Attack.

Simple straw

Figurines

Covered in

Moss

Their eyes

Full of

Power

No one

Can stop them

We

Are the puppets

And they

Hold the puppet strings

The ancient art

Once seen as

Glorious

Now seen

And hated

Now seen as evil

Just one little

Movement

Can trigger them

They clench their

Trusted

Voodoo Dolls

In the other

A lit match

Now it's

Their Revenge

They touch

The flame to the doll

We begin to

Burn from the

Flames That

Aren't there.

Their turn

For

Revenge

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

Very scary to me, to the end. I wiill never visit Haiti. Thank you. Great write, for a "kid" you did it again.
God Bless

Annie

[cdog]

i like kittys and monkey kittys and good kitty... i mean poem

[That Weirdo You Just Mi..]

Ooooh I've sorta heard of voudo before. So finally something I actually know about :P. I really liked this one!