The man with a gun
is not a murderer
rather
A Gardener, in his season
Not for a hunt, but a harvest
He will step outside
into his happy fields
Sewn with rows of infants
Tilled with a loving hand
And with the tools of his trade
The ground will spring up
in bloom
in blossoms
of blood and bile and billowing petals
This, too, is a part of the trade
The man with a shotgun is a planter
And with his symbol of office
He will send to work
many
thousands and thousands
Of slaves into the field
To spread the ground with blossoms
This, too, is picturesque
Author notes
It's about Gears of War.
I'm not a murderer.
A contest entry
- Notice the unnoticed by Dienush.
900 points, ended July 18, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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Is "Gears of War" some computer game? *feels stupid for asking*. lol But honestly, I think this poem has depth and can be understood on various levels. I really don't see something I don't like. I enjoyed the comparison here very much... wow, a parallel between the one who gives and looks after life, and the one who takes it away. Such a compelling image. And the last line is very impactful. Thanks for your entry.
~Diana
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