Choices

My choices, sigh! Are only two - Either walk away blind Or to take a knife. I do not want to kill For I'd vomit with guilt But I don't want to stay I'm of no help anyway! What do I do! I just want to live A happy full life Until I am called! I do not want to die At the hands of a dictator Nor while shredding him to pieces With millions of spectators! I want to walk free on my street Without killing or being killed I just want to live a full life A happy full life, without fear!

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