An Acrostic Poem -Anonymous Born for a curse to virtue and Mankind,Earth’s broadest realms can’t show so black a mind.Night’s sable veil your crimes can never hide,Each one’s so great—they glut the historic tide.Defunct —your memory will live.In all the glares that infamy can give.Curses of ages will attend your name.Traitors alone will gloryContinue reading “Acrostic Poem”
