Monsters, They Call Us
A Miscarriage of Justice
Monsters, they call us
Our visage the only crime
We’ve now returned to dust
Our breath a mighty gust
Oft entwined with fire
Monsters, they call us
Misunderstanding breeds distrust
For their fear we pay with life
We’ve now returned to dust
Painted as if for blood we lust
As though surviving deserves a fine
Monsters, they call us
They hurl spears, breaking trust
In vain we fight for a life
We’ve now returned to dust
The court of humans far from just
Condemned by our stature so high
Monsters, they call us
We’ve now returned to dust
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Camillia Simonds
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Comments (3)
Brilliant words.
A wonderful poem!
This was so poignant. Loved your Villanelle!