No sooner than I was born <br />Iam sent to a slaughterhouse. <br />Oh! I can see death's horns <br />somewhere in a B'day house. <br /> <br />From what I hear <br />I gather that it is a He. <br />I did had a scare <br />when I went through that name. <br /> <br />Oh! They have arrived <br />- Iam on my way to death. <br />The kids seem to be enlightened <br />to see me and are licking their teeth. <br /> <br />Lights off! ! There comes the guy, <br />gives me a hungry grin, <br />takes the weapon (sigh) , <br />.......pierces me with a beam. <br /> <br />I can hear a deathsong, <br />I can feel flowers from heaven, <br />I can feel a soothing tongue licking my tears.. <br />Thank God! I had a respectful death....<br /><br />NEETHA SASIDHARAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cake-s-death-at-a-b-day-party/
