Hark of hatred

• Rebecca Durham, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2004

Hark the evil devil's sing
Take me to the soon dead king.
Hell on Earth and war all round,
Let me pound and pound and pound.

I have an axe to chop off your head,
while sleeping in your bed,
Now that's all said and done,
no ones left on Earth but one.

Now i have nothing to do
So I'll just sit and stew,
Until the day they rise again
And then I'll kill them with a pen!