Thursday 19 August 2021

Merciless Men

by Nick Gisburne



Nothing appeases these merciless men
Boiling with hate for my criminal past
Chasing me into the river, again
Wondering only how long I can last
All for the blood and the bounty they come
Stalking like savages, hungry to hunt
Murderers, animals, primitive scum
Even their wittiest thought is a grunt
Loaded with malice, a humourless word
Heartens the hunters, impatient to kill
Fearing my shivering breaths will be heard
Faltering, freezing, I sharpen my will
    Nowhere to go, this is no place to die
    Time to remind them a fairy can fly