Sunday, April 15, 2012


Trigger the trap, oh illustrious one.
Make them wrappers in a can of trash by
Taking all that they do cherish at sunrise;
Forsake not the people you adopted,
Forget not the promise you did give them
In your anger and your wrath: drop the men
But a line to reassure your intent.
We wouldn't want any resentment! Yet, 
Now staring into your eyes I suspect
The feint hint of sorrow; you may detect
Hope for them in the coming dawn that fast
Approaches our men since you are aghast
By bitten tar fen that surrounds you here!
I accept you're gift of pity to them;
But know you shall kill, as the fox the hen.

                                        Duty, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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