Celebrating East African Writing!
He silently creeped on them,
innocent minds with noble intentions,
he bayed for their blood,
and into his trap they fell.
He scouted and searched,
waiting for the fragile- hearted
his charm expertly oozed,
and slowly they got hooked!
Once in his strong hold,
he did the unforgivable
pretending to treasure them like gold,
and killing them as he was able!
With no knowledge on his intention,
they slowly led him to their abode
and soon the information on board
he helped with the investigation
the other side of him
displayed for all to see!
©Beth Nduta Waweru
This poem is part of the January 31st 2011 Free Theme & Style Poetry Competition. You have until February 26th 2011 to read and vote for it. Please comment and indicate your opinion of the poem on a scale of 1 to 5.