My choices, sigh!
Are only two -
Either walk away blind
Or to take a knife.
I do not want to ****
For I'd ***** 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!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 11:07 AM UTC
My choices, sigh!
Are only two -
Either walk away blind
Or to take a knife.
I do not want to ****
For I'd ***** 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!
Written on 22nd October, 2011.
This poem was triggered when I learned that Gaddaffi was murdered.
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