tily.Then a boot lifted, and came down with a crash, landing squarely on the fat man's head, forcing his upturned face back to the ground."What right do you have to look at me"The wound burst open, bl... Any poem or song, when you boil it down, is just the carrier of the author's emotions at that time. The value lies in the emotion, not in the words themselves. If after I am gone for a hundred years,...