Shoot me Mr. Gandhi

Shoot me Mister Gandhi,
Because nobody is bulletproof

Finally I will see a body covered in blood
Red red, ruby red will it shine
And my poor broken soul, can take that rest
It was so desperately longing for

Because even the road to Vishnu
Has been walked wearily under guilt
By souls of frightful freedom

Was their illusion worth fearing?





Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2008-04-09 at 22:00

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