In the dark throes of death
\nFar too early I say
\nIt\u2019s all on its face
\nThey forced life away
\nBroke into his soul
\nYou can feel his dead eyes
\nHis pain and his suffering
\nHe was so wise <\/p>\n
Murdered for profit
\nHis life stolen away
\nHe had hope he had prayer
\nLife was his his mainstay
\nBut humanity took him
\nTore out his heart
\nTo be eaten by people<\/p>\n
Look into his eyes
\nFeel those sad eyes
\nHear his quiet snorts
\nTry to realise
\nHe perished in agony
\nStolen away
\nTo be wasted in fact
\nOn a hot Summers day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the dark throes of death Far too early I say It\u2019s all on its face They forced life away Broke into his soul You can feel his dead eyes His pain and his suffering He was so wise Murdered … Continue reading