in the mourning/ not me

yerrey

a photograph taken in motion
the depiction of contortion forever
imprinted on the boy's face
on a january morning

paradigms are too simplistic
to get a good reflection
of a wound dressed in bandages
delaying what nature has sentenced me to.

bullets whisper a freedom...i have yet to feel
others deemed this a fatal leap
i see it as the first leap
a new beginning
the dawn where the mourning dew is coated with a tainted red hue

finally at a destination i had a say in
at peace with the mistakes...failures
the famined life i was born into
torn too early from the womb
bleeding under this scab called skin

leave the gate open
i'll be there in the morning
look for me in the clouds
brought by the wind
keeping the sun at bay
flooding the world that brought this mourning

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others simplified the world
i defined us and them

others stole
i blinked

others wrote subliminal messages
i spoke them eloquently

others wanted more
i blinked again

others tormented
i called it justice

others polluted
i called it development

others wanted even more
i blinked once more

others want a return to the time of the crusades
i call it spreading jesus..meaning freedom

others cut down
i considered it lessening the threat

others pillaged the poor
i called them robin hoods

others bombed indiscrimnately
i say its compassion from above ..

others kill activists
i think the victims are a little misguided

others burn the koran
i direct them to the gospels

others spy
i call it security

others make war
i call it spreading democracy

others ask why
i play dumb

others want the world
i fall asleep

others are going to hell
i bought a place in heaven

others ask what the hell i'm doing up there
i tell them that i'm compassionate.....american.