Friday, 12 September 2014

The Silent Killer.

 
The Silent Killer:
 
Lies; they tell,
Horrible deceitful lies,
For one cannot comprehend,
what we see through our eyes.
Endless days of constant firing
They’ve turned you into a murderer,
The weapons seize every chance,
But worst of all,
The silent killer.
 
Amongst the catastrophe and rubble,
A faint whistling is heard,
Like a graceful song,
Amid the struggle,
“Shhh” whispers,
The silent killer.
 
The soft song ceases,
Followed by a gentle thud,
Spilling out (what seems like) endless smoke,
A wave of yellow,
Slowly, silently making it’s mark,
"Shhh" whispers,
The silent killer.
 
Shouts, yells,
The fumbling chaos,
Masks flying everywhere,
This is what it causes,
“Shhh” whispers,
The silent killer.
 
Flustering, screaming,
A man with no mask,
Burning his skin,
Igniting his insides.
The guns cackling,
Nothing compared to this,
He’s slowly decaying,
Surrounded by the wave of yellow,
This is what is causes,
The lies they told us,
Belonging to,
The silent killer.
 
 
 

1 comment:

  1. Lucy, I love this poem. It has great repetition and it flows nicely.
    This is a really powerful poem and it is so cool.
    Well done!!

    Bex

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