I have enough for a ticket there
I doubt I'll get the chance to get one back.
I could be there soon
If I had more strength
But I'm stuck here in my seat;
No ticket, just a pen.
I'd be there in a couple days
If only I could get in
Though they wouldn't let me through for this
If I tried, maybe I could find a way
I will get to you
And in the face of a gun, of a knife, of evil
I will protect you
I will cover you
And I will take you away
I will carry you until my legs give out
I'll take you on my shoulders until my arms go numb
I will give you water while my mouth goes dry
Maybe we'd make it, if I really did try
I will take you far away as I could possibly go
I will take a bullet
Have my throat sliced
Maybe be crucified
To protect you from "humanity".
We'll go somewhere away from it
And start something new.
I would, if I could,
I'd take you somewhere new.
A few hours ago, I read an article about children being murdered for being Christian by the ISIS. The article had graphic images attached, of children, so young, even babies, murdered. I had never seen anything so horrific.
This poem is written to the young girl in the blue dress, whose face I will never see; because you were nobody to the world until you were beheaded. This poem is written to her, of how I wish I could do something to undo what has already happened.
I just wish I could do something; but I don't know what I can.