You
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Saskia Thomas, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2015
You
You are a murder, a wicked beast.
The world is yours, it is your feast.
So many you have taken deceased
The man next door, the lady so sore, and the priest.
You have power… you are sour.
You kill hundreds of times per hour.
If only you could see.
That you,
You disgust me.