If there ever was a critter, Francis Hopps was one
What makes a learned man cruel, wasn’t he ashamed of what he’d become?
He seemed to have no heart, and if he did it was made from stone
Why did he belittle his workers, couldn’t he leave them alone?
Time catches up with people, be careful what you do
Because bad people pay a penance, cruel deeds catch up with you
It might take days or weeks or years
Until blemishes in a personality start to appear
But Francis Hopps had dug a grave, events would affect his mind
Time indeed had caught him, the past haunted him inside.
My second draft of ‘Kith And Kin’ is nearing completion, and I hope to release the novel on kindle in the early Autumn. Until then, I intend to post some related poetry as ‘appetisers.’ Keep your eyes peeled for more updates.
© Sophie Bowns 2011-2016