Monday, July 12, 2010

Confessions Of An Ignorant Stone Pelter

Ah don't look for me,
perhaps I would not be.
They have gunned me down by now.
I was an empty sky
the end was anyway nigh
sky, vacated of restless clouds.

Why I resorted to violence,
couldn't hold the comforting silence,
the pain of being suppressed.
My mind wandered, the opulent free world
came back, to my democratic broken hearth.
All love in me repressed.

How I couldn't be a quieted citizen,
turned into a shame, a militant denizen,
amidst all your organized helter skelter.
You killed me afraid,
your moral stance must not degrade.
What was I but an ignorant stone pelter.

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