A Horse Men

Scales of Justice

Kimberly Moore
Frosty pale skin

with bones exposed

in a drawer at the morgue

A sickened terror to envision

the slaughter of my dearly departed

We were friends from the first grade

But she is now a doll ready for the grave

Her body raped and beaten

And identified by a tooth

Can I wait for karma

to produce the rage I can display?

Please God let me become a plague

The fear from their eyes

when I rip out all their organs!

I'm really not a violent person

I'm begging for a justice system

That won't ignore the screams from all the victims.

Published by Kimberly Moore

Hello and Welcome! My name is Kimberly. I've been a writer since the seventh grade. My passions include poetry, short stories, children's books, suspence novels, and song writing.  View profile

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  • Darla Smith3/11/2010

    Wow! A poem filled with very intense emotions!

  • Cassandra Antares3/10/2010

    wow, this is truly an awesome write. I can feel the rage at injustice in it.

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