Heinous Crime


Thoughsex we be separated by war and wealth;

To make one seem more blessed in life than the other,

Though they answer to my beck and call

As slaves to masters much higher than they,

Though it seems as though I am more learned

And more blessed than they could ever be in life,

Though I give them a name lesser to describe them

Or at anytime see myself much superior than they,

We all have come to life in the same way

Mutations; sexual erotic, love making mutations

And so when I think of myself that they are different from me

A new born reminds me that sex brought them to the world

And that I and they would leave the world through death.


Categories: Poetry

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