His gaze was cold with evil intent
The poor dog lay beneath his feet
He kicked and kicked with an objective in mind
That little dog must die that day
They watched and stared but made no attempt
Cowards or less among the group
Watching and waiting to see the end
The dog had refuse to go for a walk and had to pay the price of that sin
His mother had watched as he kicked the dog because surely the dog deserves such .
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
