I can’t
kill death
so I
hold my breath
the
stench is sickening
bombs
are ticking
freedom
from what?
your
eyes are all shut
indecent
indifference
start
making some sense
or
maybe forget
bullet
proof jacket
braving
the storm
chaos
takes form
more
enemies made
the
truth seems to fade
don’t
count me out
I sit
and I shout
just
kill everyone
let
God sort them out
©2005 –
Tamara Imes
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