Beth

Gunshots the sound of death
There was a little girl named Beth
The scent of murder was in her breath
As if she was death

Gunshots fired at will
The little girl was a pill
Only taken by special people
Still ears ringing the pounding noise inside
The little girl was still
There was nothing left to hide

Gunshots people screaming
But one girl was gleaming
It was Beth she was taken
Her lifeless body will never be mistaken
They will never forget she was the one
Her lifeless body and yet the war wasn't won

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

A hard-hitting morality tale! Lots of good emotional content. Well done!

[Jackie]

brilliance! and the depth was immense. the story was captured perfectly. spot on

[Raven Moonchild]

Brilliant and deep poem, mate. :D Well done.

[wordman]

lot of innocent people shot through idiots with guns

[EJ's Horror]

I loved the theme, I have a morbid fasination with murder myself

[InkStain]

I agree with others, the rhyming was quite good.

[RustyMind]

Thank you InkStain for liking this piece.

[Jiya]

The rhyming scheme is amazing

[RustyMind]

I'm glad you think so.

[Abraham George]

nice and the rhyme was good.

[RustyMind]

Thanks glad you liked it.

[Fake]

Very strong piece.. it carries a great story. I'd love to read more some time. Keep up the good work rusty mind.

[RustyMind]

Thank you, Fake. I'm glad you enjoyed this writing of mine.