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EXECUTION OF THE INNONCENTS

I WAVE MY HAND AT A ROBIN
ROBIN

BROWN MUD NEST

SOFT FEATHER BED

YELLOW BEAKS

YOUNG

MOUTHS OPEN

ANXIOUS FOR FOOD

THE BOY

AN ORDINARY HAPPY LAD

GENTLY LIFTS THE NEST DOWN

SOUNDS OF CHIRPING

AS HE LAID IT DOWN

SECURELY

ON THE RAILWAY LINE

THE TRAIN CAME

A LONG SILENCE

IT WAS OVER

THE EXECUTION OF THE INNOCENTS

THE BOY CHEERED

I HIT HIM

THE OTHERS HIT ME

I WENT HOME CRYING.

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Categorized as Poems

By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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