Donna Grayson
Poetry and Lyrics

1975 to 1976
Junior Year - High School



The Executioner

Hateful disconnected bones
distorted by my brain
Silver-lined clouds
pouring down a poisoned rain
Silver swords and daggers
drentched in a non-human blood
Someones head falls off
with a giant thud

The executioner is a criminal
He should be sentenced to death
No one expected to stay
to clean up after his mess
His biography will be done
with science in mind
To see what type of kindness
of any, we can find
For an executioner
should not be allowed to live
For the simple reason
he can not forgive

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