A Stately House It Is
A stately house it is!
With elegant architecture and an embellished door
However the interior
Is full of gore
It smells
Of burning flesh- Of death
And often one hears wails
And the sound of someone gasping for breath
Also the smell of a protein
It's not from kitchen crud
It is a smell very distinct
It's human blood
And blood flows
In water's stead
And terror grows
In the atmosphere of dread
And presents surface
In every room a human goes
However it's not money
It's human bones
A Southern home
For all to see
Complete with reminders
Of morbid history
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world