The Ghosts Lament
You cut me in half
With your machine gun
And I was only ten.
Maybe it was a mistake
Maybe you were frightened
Maybe you were bored
Or showing off for your friends
But I am dead
Cut in half at the age of ten.
I will never know
The love of a woman.
I will never hear
The laughter of my children,
Or spend long afternoons
Drinking tea and telling stories
In my old age.
It is up to you now
To do these things
For me for I am dead,
And you are alive.
But I fear you cannot
Do these things
Anymore than I can.
You cut me in half
With your machine gun
When I was ten
And killed your
Humanity in the process.
I weep for us both.
Poetry by Budart
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Written on 2011-04-25 at 23:53
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