I’m heading towards my target point
A button in my palm
And when I choose to detonate
The world will hear my bomb
I’ve lost my parents to a boom
My children to a bang
My one and only love was killed
But yet I keep my calm
This land right here below my feet
Has drank my blood and sweat
The thrill of fighting floats
Like fog across its fields
A misty drug that seeps into the minds
To ease the toil of tyranny
And so we’ve fought for such a time
And so much has been lost
To think that gaining dignity
Is pieced inside a piece of land
To think that freedom
Is somehow hidden in the dirt
What of the dignity of those who died
Alone and helpless and in a fearful state
What of the freedom of us to love
Our enemies that do not to choose to fight
And in a cyber age where man can move
Why is this land still paramount?
As I approach
My finger gives the final click
The world into a million pieces rips
The colors mix, a glimpse of heaven gives a flash
I see so many flying smiles
A school bus in the air
The lover waiting at the corner
Is no longer there
And in my endless bag of fury
I spread my vengeance in a seed
My bomb delivers more than just a bang
I plant my grief into their lives
Tomorrow they will strike again
Tomorrow another million pieces will emerge
There are so many pieces that can tear
And as I melt inside this raging fire
My soul is welded with all the shattered hearts
I understand
We fight and lose each other
But if we submit
Oppression’s toll is too hard to bear
Maybe we should all just gather
In one big blast
Together
Once and for all
Ripping the final pieces of this puzzle
A masterpiece of free-will
And forever hold your peace
Great piece of art! Very well written and the passion of the character is evident. I really dig your style and train of thought that goes into your work. Check out a poem I wrote a few years ago: http://cuzzndread.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/golden-meadow/
I typically write songs but I love poetry and take my mind there ever so often to create something different. Take care and keep the lines falling!
A great deal of insight and thought process. There is so much being said.
Very good ..
Isadora
So true… is there ever an end to the cycle? ‘Tomorrow another million [ten million, a hundred million???] pieces will emerge…’ And another suicide bomber is born and yet another… But, are wars between nations any different? Aren’t they too self-perpetrating??
I liked many of your other poems too, and look forward to reading more.
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