Poems about Animals
The Killing FloorFrom my mother I was torn away, in this I never had any say.The morality of my captors had clearly long gone astray.On t
If, for once, we could listen to the other and forget the erratic complaints we force out, I’d try not to sound so bleak.
Blinded by worldly possessions and being taken advantage of. I allowed my soul to be corrupt with bitterness.
You were like a daughter to me and I was like a dad.Your death was heart-breaking because it was so bad.
Blinded by worldly possessions and being taken advantage of. I allowed my soul to be corrupt with bitterness.