Down in the Mountains of Kilimangaro

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A short poem you might wish you never read...

Submitted: July 22, 2018

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Submitted: July 22, 2018



Down in the mountains of Kilimangaro,

Down in the depths where beasts lay awake,

Down in the wastes where filth hovers about;

That is where Jackie boy roams around.


Naughty, naughty Jackie boy,

A wolf in a sheep’s skin,

Naughty, naughty Jackie boy,

You will easily trust him.


But Alas!

O’ You! What keeps you from remembering the saying-?

“Beware the rain,

Beware the snow,

Beware the man

You think you know…


He will smile,

as he brings you to his home,

He will smile,

as he fools you with his words,

And he will smile,

as he throws you down the glass shards.



But he will laugh,

as he rips out your eyes,

He will gouge them out,

and feed them to the mice.

Through that half-eaten eye,

you will see,

As he flesh-by-flesh,

peels off your skin,

And in agony will you scream;



When the screaming subsides,

and the dawn arise,

You lay in a pool of your own blood,



 Cursing the night gone by,

… Begging for death to quickly pass you by…


When and then came the darkness,

as he hammers down your head, 

Through stone cold eyes,

you glance upon death.

And now that you’re gone,

now that you’re dead,

He takes his blade

and cuts off your head.


He cuts off your liver,

your bones rock-hard,

He cuts off your kidney,

he rips out your heart.


No longer beating, that heart,

he seals it away with strawberry tart.

And then he sells it, to innocent passers-by,

and they eat it by saying ‘Delicious!’

not knowing its ingredients of fright.

And time goes on.



Down in the mountains of Kilimangaro,

You lose your life,

No one knows.

… And time goes by…



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