Poem Hunter
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


I was in my native town and met my friend
With her we went to my former apartment
The key didn't match, and I went off the deep end
The door wasn't locked, was I a room for rent!

We saw two kids sleeping in the bedroom
And went straight to the kitchen to make some tea
Out of the blue, I felt a deep gloom
It wasn't my apartment, and we had to flee

We saw that the kids were strangled to death
And stood paralysed by unspeakable horror
Two innocent victims, lying out of breath
What kind of a maniac committed such a brutal murder?

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