Forbidden Fruit
Animal flesh and fish flesh are the forbidden fruit of murder…. murder of the innocent, the powerless, the voiceless, the ‘last, the lost, the least’. by O Anna Niemus
Archive for the 'Murder poems' Category
I Did It
Me I did it But it wasn’t on purpose It was an accident I call it self-defense Others call it…… MURDER I shot him dead in the head Now he lays blood surrounding his head all over my bed I call it self-defense Others call it…..MURDER Me, I did it But you dont see The […]
