The right to exist
You created me.
It is not through choice that I am what I am
Therefore give to your devoted servant the right of life.
No matter how abhorrent I may seem in 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 have slain a hundred thousand whilst borne on a summer breeze gives you no right to deprive me of my life.
Though I come among you my scythe fresh from the whetstone reaping a harvest of souls I exist.
Therefore I claim the basic right of all things living
The right to exist.
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A contest entry
- The Poetry Police Don't Live Here Anymore by Violet Moodswing.
1050 points, ended July 28, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Very thought-provoking...
and somewhat disturbing... I had thoughts of the grim reaper in mind. This is an unusual poem, and a bit too dark for me. Great use of metaphor!!! As they say here on AP, write on, shine on, Poet!!! Peace, Cyn 
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Deep
Bill this is a very tought provoking write, enjoyed contemplating its message.
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A very intersting write. A person can read a lot into it. To me it sort of rang as a statement by the grim reaper. Perhaps because of the mention of the scythe.
Thanks for entering it into the contest. Best of luck
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