INHUMANE

I sucked the blood from the lot of them
But found that in their collection
I could only procure a few drops
Of the delicious fluid that nurtured life
Their ghastly pale faces reflected no innocence
Only a cognizance of dreadful malice
Something from their pasts that had convinced them
They should have no concern for fellow mankind

Back to the Poetry Table of Contents!
Back to the Main Page!
Make your own free website on Tripod.com