The Nail
What purpose are tools for, if made to kill?
The nail, the unraveled screw
The hammers hock
The bayonet for the loon
The noose lock
The secret weapon of doom
All this for the nail, and it leave behind
A massive bloody trail
And for madness it entails, that if swallowed
Leave the sick with bloody entrails
The nail, the surgical pick
The awful spike
The stave for the sick
That dreadful night
Hammered eye into with strength
The nail, the nail, what creation is this
What drove it off from hanging furniture, to keeping wound the casket
What purpose are meaningful tools
When in the hand of mischievous fools
Even something little as a nail
Can kill, with a murderous will
And death is for sale,
And it is free at the cost of a nail
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
Instagram: @libracymbaspoems
Twitter : @libracymbalspoems
And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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