Heathen, a poem

15 Sep

Heathen, a poem (by Ray Daley)
14/9/17

I am heathen, hear me roar,
Please don’t knock upon my door?
I’m not strange, nor am I odd,
Don’t want to talk about your God.
I won’t hear anything you say,
Too busy wishing you’d go away.
I’m not bad, my heart is pure,
A heathen lives behind this door.

THE END.

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