"It's not so comfortable sat on the fence anymore, since the other side turned from green to red."
and you will not feel the last beat of my heart
and you will not hear me question why,
the further the bullet, the rocket or the bomb has to travel the shorter the time that the conscience is troubled?
"ALL NECESSARY STEPS ARE TAKEN TO TARGET ONLY THE CULPABLE."
But the fire that rains down is insensitive to my innocence and the site of my blood frightens me.
"IT'S UNFORTUNATE THAT THEY WERE IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME."
But my death is the price I pay, so your children can run free where I used to so love to laugh, skip and play.
I have no name
and this will comfort your sleep tonight
my invisibility will give you strength
the strength to strike me down.
Somewhere lies a piece of paper signed, sealed and rubber stamped. My time on this earth determined by faceless people. My future, my dreams, my life forsaken before the ink had dried.
It came to me while listening to the faint and final beats of my heart. That the most insidious obnoxious weapons that mankind possesses are words of justification.
I have no name
and you will not know the colour of my eyes
and you will not feel the last beat of my heart.
But I wish you could have looked into my eyes just before you pulled the trigger.
I wish I could have looked into yours eyes to see how much you truly despised me.
I wish you could have seen my blood and borne witness to my fear.
I wish the faceless people you are, who stole my life, were standing right next to me, right here!
I have no name
and you will not know the colour of my eyes
and you will not feel the last beat of my heart
and you will not hear me question why,
I have no name?
To you!
But it will burn forever in the hearts and minds of all those who loved me, with the intensity of the hot piece of steel that carved through my young body.
I have - no name.
© Rik - 02/09/2008
Poetry by Rik
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I have no name...
and you will not know the colour of my eyesand you will not feel the last beat of my heart
and you will not hear me question why,
the further the bullet, the rocket or the bomb has to travel the shorter the time that the conscience is troubled?
"ALL NECESSARY STEPS ARE TAKEN TO TARGET ONLY THE CULPABLE."
But the fire that rains down is insensitive to my innocence and the site of my blood frightens me.
"IT'S UNFORTUNATE THAT THEY WERE IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME."
But my death is the price I pay, so your children can run free where I used to so love to laugh, skip and play.
I have no name
and this will comfort your sleep tonight
my invisibility will give you strength
the strength to strike me down.
Somewhere lies a piece of paper signed, sealed and rubber stamped. My time on this earth determined by faceless people. My future, my dreams, my life forsaken before the ink had dried.
It came to me while listening to the faint and final beats of my heart. That the most insidious obnoxious weapons that mankind possesses are words of justification.
I have no name
and you will not know the colour of my eyes
and you will not feel the last beat of my heart.
But I wish you could have looked into my eyes just before you pulled the trigger.
I wish I could have looked into yours eyes to see how much you truly despised me.
I wish you could have seen my blood and borne witness to my fear.
I wish the faceless people you are, who stole my life, were standing right next to me, right here!
I have no name
and you will not know the colour of my eyes
and you will not feel the last beat of my heart
and you will not hear me question why,
I have no name?
To you!
But it will burn forever in the hearts and minds of all those who loved me, with the intensity of the hot piece of steel that carved through my young body.
I have - no name.
© Rik - 02/09/2008
Poetry by Rik
Read 879 times
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Written on 2009-01-13 at 05:46
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