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American Terrorist

Contributed by daylynn_van_wyk on Sunday, 11th October 2009 @ 03:42:47 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



"I am ready for ulimate glory,
My soul plays the kamakaze,
This is my ending story
of how I escaped the life laid before me"

My life began within a shell,
curled in loving innocents,
upon guns my ambilical cord fell,
The surgical lights blinded with ignorance.

I was a bred dog of war
My emotions; programmed over the years,
A vile fiend spitting on heavens door
fed by gunpowder, I consumed murderous fears.

"I am only 19 years old,
my soul plays the supernova,
This is my sacrifice for a better world
one in which America is painted red all over"

They bully us with raging warfare,
stepping upon fragile wings,
U.S. bombs cripple our spiritual flare,
'It Fires!' and only cruel isolation sings.

My heart burns against thier brutality,
'We are less than human' it seemed,
their bombs shred our lands relenthlessly,
cockroaches at the mercy of a tyrannical fiend.

I am now homeless, a distance from solitude,
My bloody nightmares linger upon a 'Mine',
my pride stripped down to nude
I easy off gently, readying to explode in time.

"If only I'd taken time to smell the flowers,
but its too late for i have reached my destination,
My freedom lies beyond these two towers,
'So I Explode!' and only sadness manifests from my deviation."




Copyright © daylynn_van_wyk ... [ 2009-10-11 15:42:47]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: American Terrorist (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 11th October 2009 @ 04:37:12 PM AEST
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A good insight I think, brave writing.

-Phil


Re: American Terrorist (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Monday, 12th October 2009 @ 07:23:54 AM AEST
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Great write! Such devastingly sad parameters we live in. . . most times the human way is not the way. . . elle :(




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