Expressions of a poor man

XIII

Deep down in Dante's layers,

Past the other, sinful players,

The violent criminals suffer their fate,

Full of despair, regret and hate.

The first part is violent against others,

For those who hated their brothers,

The second part is what I want to talk about,

Anyone here cannot get out.

These souls killed themselves in spite,

Because they wanted to give up the fight.

They hated their life,

They thought they had strife,

And ended it all on the sharp blade of a knife.

So in one of the deepest layers,

Lie the darkest naysayers.

Hey, just another s***** poem, me complaining about serious issues in today's society. Leave a comment or a vote, or post on my message board, or PM me.

-Ham