They whipped him and beat him
Slammed his back up against a wall
He fell to his knees, but he could hardly crawl.
Heart of pure gold, turned to stone
Lying in a pool of sin and sorrow
But not his own.
His blood pouring cold
His last breathless words,
"Take me home!"
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by 'Roots' on TV. It just should've never been allowed.
- Category: Sad
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