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Nathaniel Choma
Poems
Apr 2013
Carry On
One day soon, they'll hunt me down
Steal the king from his throne.
And in that moment, I'll lament
That you'll be left alone.
Thrive on with life, when I am gone.
When they come to **** the king;
Make a jester out of leader's blood
And sell his holy ring.
Look away at sunset, when I'm hung
Stare off at clouds so soft.
And as they're stained red as death
Know my soul is there aloft.
Don't come to save me, I am gone
The public made their cry.
They hunted down the martyr king
They demanded that he die.
Far off in lands yet unseen
Untainted dreams abound.
And there I wait for you to join
As I lay without a sound.
For something good, I gave my all
And left my kingdom as a prize
Take my life and see history unfold
Before sinners' very eyes.
Never again will I see the world
The roads on which I had tread.
But such is life, and such is me
Now that I am but dead.
Throw flowers at my shallow grave,
Dug quick to hide the crime.
May their colors light the shame
Of my killers for all time.
But do not beg for my return
The world had its chance.
For now I am eternally bound
Joining the stars in eternal dance.
Write about me, one day, my dear.
Then come find me, and have no fear.
Written by
Nathaniel Choma
Kent, Ohio
(Kent, Ohio)
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