By B.K.
Date: 2013 Mar 04
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Slugs Arrows and Semi Automatic Weapons

The pain of love is nothing new
The savagery the brutality
The maniacal twists and turns
That put women and children
Into ashes and urns
The jealousy the torture
The sexual abuse
For just once in this life
Why can’t we all have love
That did not make us come unglued
Or hold our collective breath
Till our body and face turns blue