Blood Stained

My hands are stained red,
With the blood of a friend
A young fellow
Who chose to sow a bad seed
In return, produced a rotten harvest

Woe to him!
The man who caused this scene
Woe to him!
He who forced me to place my hand in my brothers wound

Now my hands are stained red
With the blood of a friend
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Steffonic.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?