(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I've got third degree burns because I've been scorched. <br />Nearly all of my body has been burned by a blow torch. <br />Three men did this to me and I'm racked with pain. <br />They dumped me in this field and it's starting to rain. <br />This cool rain is making my skin feel a little better. <br />I hope it starts raining harder so I'll get even wetter. <br />My fiance's dad was the one who hired those men. <br />I'll probably die because of these burns on my skin. <br />I'm screaming and begging for help but nobody can hear me. <br />I'm very angry because my fiance's dad may get off scott free. <br />I'm crying because tomorrow I may not be alive. <br />I'll put those bastards under the jail if I survive. <br />I'm miserable because things won't be like they were before. <br />Even if I survive, my fiance probably won't love me anymore.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burned-alive/
