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The right to exist

The right to exist

It is not through choice that I am what I am
Therefore give to your devoted servant the right of life
Grant to me the right of all things living
the right to exist
No matter how abhorrent i seem to your eyes
no matter the destruction that follows in my wake
I live therefore i claim the right of all things living
The right to exist
The fact that I may slay a hundred thousand
gives you no right to deprive me of my life
Though I come among you like a plague reaping a harvest of souls
my scythe fresh from the whetstone
I am alive I exist                                                              Therefore I have rights
The basic right of all things living
The right to exist.

Author notes

Draw you're own conclusions as to what the verses pertain to.
Should be interesting.
Written June 28th, 2006

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  • HaleyMary
    June 28, 2006
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    The poem made me think of a murderer begging for mercy for his right to exist. Especially in the lines:
    "No matter how abhorrent i seem to your eyes
    no matter the destruction that follows in my wake
    I live therefore i claim the right of all things living
    The right to exist
    The fact that I may slay a hundred thousand
    gives you no right to deprive me of my life
    Though I come among you like a plague reaping a harvest of souls
    my scythe fresh from the whetstone
    I am alive I exist Therefore I have rights
    The basic right of all things living
    The right to exist."

    I had to read it over about three times, but the thought of a murderer begging for mercy was the only thing that came to mind. Very dark write, but a good poem.