Monday, March 26, 2012

Her Hair

He held her hair
Her long blonde hair
That shone in the sun
Hair that will
 
Never again
 
Be combed
brushed braided
by her mother’s hands
He held her hair
While she twisted away
And tried to escape
He held her hair
As her innocent eyes
Rolled wide with terror
 
He held her hair 
He drew his second gun
 
He held her hair 
 pulled the trigger
 
He held her hair
 Her long blonde hair
That shone in the sun
to serve his god.

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