Beckoning me
taunting me
with promises
of freedom and forever
and I am so nearly
drawn in
But then I see
when I open my eyes
there is blood on your hands
and it is not your own
Your liberty
may be wonderful
but what have you done
to achieve it?
How many faces
have you smashed in
as you clambered over them
up the totem pole?
Too many
Well, I hope
it was worth it
I really do
but leave me here
I will take no part
in your selfish massacre
A contest entry
- Bang Bang by propensity.
650 points, ended December 20, 2008, 4 entries
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Comments
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omg lena i really love this, it really moved me, its soo great!!! ily!!!
luv always
emo vampire!! -
Lovely, how true...you have met the contest criteria perfectly and so simple it is yet effective - loved the metephorical totem pole good choice
brilliance! x
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wow
this is a great poem
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