Saturday, 14 July 2012


BAC K BITE



The words that come out,
The things that they say.
The disease they spread
The hate at play.

The victim don’t know,
They smile in their face.
Their teeth,
 Stained red.
Their hearts out
Of place.

The hate they spread,
The poison they use.
The weapon of choice,
They don’t have a clue.

They will get theirs
Their time will come.
There is no more play
When their time is done.