My name is Dave. Or is it James...
That is information I cannot disclose,
I cannot mention any names.
They are out to get me. The CIA.
Already I know too much.
It's me, they want to assassinate.
I have documents that will rile the nation
And this is something the Secret Service just will not allow.
Always, always I must run,
Escaping my pursuers.
My ensuing termination.
To God's Chosen, this document I must endow...
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He is an escapee of his own sick mind.
Surveillance is everywhere,
Watching him in real-time.
The documents he bear are imaginary,
But still, he has hit men on his tail.
He must protect the innocent,
In His mission he cannot fail.
A messenger of God to deliver world peace,
There can be no dilemma... he must succeed.
A contest entry
- BE A VOICE FOR THE VOICELESS. by flaed.
1000 points, ended January 22, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i really like this one.
i like how you split it into 2 sections. and ..well i really like it. godd luck. you have agood shot to win.
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Amusing
I don't know if this was meant to be amusing or not, but I found it pretty funny. Especially the way you started out.
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This reminded me of a movie I saw about John Nash (i think that was his name)...But anyways, this was a really great poem written about people with Schizophrenia, great job you did really. I like it, but sadly there are people that have this illness. Keep writing!
...Simply Me♥
P.S God bless you
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