Berto Kamp
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Poem "Victim Of Prey":
- published May 3, 2010
- viewed 11 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«
»Angel Mother Of Mine«
»Berto's Prayer«
»Blackmail«
»Blue Car will do«
»Coal Shed«
»Desire«
»Disarray«
»Hunchback«
»Kibera Slum«
»Lamb to the slaughter«
»Life of an Unknown Man«
»Madness of a sane man«
»Man with fish«
»Midnight in Fes«
»Omie 8th of May«
»Piteous sight«
»Possibility«
»Rain«
»The Pot«
»The Silent Nile«
»Torrential Rain«
»Unknown Path«
»Zenith«
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Poem "Victim Of Prey":
- published May 3, 2010
- viewed 11 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»The Pot«
»Victim Of Prey«
by Berto Kamp
Broken knees and elbows
Heart and all that does follow
Heart and mind as well
You are the typical swine
Took from me that no one else can give
In return I suffered for the rest
Those that did not become your victim of prey
All I can say is "I thank God to this day"
That no one else fell to their knees
To satisfy you sordid needs
Luckily it was only me
In that way I saved others they are now free
Is it not strange how things work
Like a clock ticking, the seconds and minutes are not heard
Yes the hours are heard by everyone
It seems they take longer when life abandoned you and you fall out into the slums
Gutter becomes your way of life
Trash is how you do survive
Trying show empathy on the outside
Instead filled with abhorrence and lies
Thinking that one day this will free your life
Knowing this is a lie
Heart and all that does follow
Heart and mind as well
You are the typical swine
Took from me that no one else can give
In return I suffered for the rest
Those that did not become your victim of prey
All I can say is "I thank God to this day"
That no one else fell to their knees
To satisfy you sordid needs
Luckily it was only me
In that way I saved others they are now free
Is it not strange how things work
Like a clock ticking, the seconds and minutes are not heard
Yes the hours are heard by everyone
It seems they take longer when life abandoned you and you fall out into the slums
Gutter becomes your way of life
Trash is how you do survive
Trying show empathy on the outside
Instead filled with abhorrence and lies
Thinking that one day this will free your life
Knowing this is a lie
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