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Beatrice Prior Apr 2017
I wanted to save everyone,
but I couldn't.

I walked into that room,
Knowing that I was going to die,
And still I walked on,
I thought I could fly,

The serum seeped into my veins,
But I still remained strong,
I lived for my people,
And so I'll live long,

My loved ones are fighting,
That battle that never ends,
The one with all the tyrannts,
But with goodness in the end,

I wanted to bring lightness closer,
And I stepped closer to the switch,
Until the bell started ringing,
Was it in my head?

I still walked on,
Bleeding from my shoulder,
That man who shot me,
He was not a boulder,

I walked forward,
Tall and strong,
Until another shot rang out,
But I had reached the wall,

I saw my mother now,
I could see the dead,
I had done well,
That was all she said,

And so I lifted myself,
And I was fully whole,
The man who shot me,
He was as dead as a bone,

And so I floated on,
Into a realm of fresh grass and butterflies,
I was in a happy place now,
Goodness had arrived.
Beatrice's final moments of death. She was a true soldier. Live on.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Apr 2020
The Internet is now our new party line. Soon, all 7.5 billion of us can join in this global conversation. And this is how it should be, a new world technological democracy. We shall have smartphones enough. We shall have multiple technological ways of of hooking up each to all others. We shall realize, truly, that we are one community, that we are all one, all members of one big and growing family of humankind. Realizing our oneness, we will defeat all efforts of any sort--ethnic, economic, political, and all others--to divide us, to separate us. We all shall be Citizens of Earth. Dictators, tyrannts, despots will no longer exist, because we all are one. Citizens of Earth will govern Earth. And at last, there will be Peace on Earth, forever.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howrd Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate for his entire adult life.
Do you really think the gods want the sacrifices you offer them?
They shake their heads at us foolish mortals,
For they are excused tyrannts
Merely a flickering shadow of everything and all they should have been

The god of love,
He weeps,
for we make him sit on a ****** throne
Gave him a heart in our heads
So now he screams he wants to die

— The End —