Death of an Innocent.
I once wrote a poem, yes I wrote it myself,
On some manuscript paper that I found on a shelf.
I then posted that poem, yes I did so with pride,
I said what I thought for I had nothing to hide.
Someone deleted my poem after I'd laid it aside,
A murderous act, for my little poem died.
Its life on the forum was ever so brief
And those that had read it were consumed with grief.
To think such a creation should be treated this way,
Someone for this sin surely should pay.
Alas retribution is not mine to claim
For the forum in question is not in my name
Such are the acts that are perpetrated today
One's not allowed freedom to have one's own say