Alchemistic crime,
people with no altruistic minds.
We're running out of time.
In the graveyard,
below the decrepited leaves.
The coffin isolated,
nothing special, just a sleeve.
Both of her legs were broken,
yet there is no greaves.
(Chorus)
No mourners.
Just a bewildered grave.
Watch those corners.
Because you're never safe.
Diana scarlet,
a maternity nurse.
A caring mother.
Yet.
To another,
she was a victim,
for her purse.
She was ineffectual.
As the man was stronger,
beat her in a way so sexual.
She couldn't take it any longer.
So she vociferated.
As he hesitated.
She felt so violated.
(Chorus)
No mourners.
Just a bewildered grave.
Watch those corners.
Because you're never safe.
Comments
pinda | August 13, 2009 - 15:27
About a nurse I knew, kept her self to her self.
Had two children and was divorced. Was raped because she tried to defend herself, which lead to her death. Yet me and my brothers were the only ones who attended the funeral because of the privacy of her life.
Beeme | August 14, 2009 - 15:18
This is such a sad poem and a sad story aswell. The chorus is very effective, Pinda. Well done!
Beeme xx
Cavalcaderl | August 15, 2009 - 20:58
New Pinda
yes awful!
but happening right now
in these times we were
always asked to go funeral
by Priests.well done to you.
julie cavalcader