The viewing public,
Suited and booted
Wearing the armor of our times
Knighted over night
Shields and spears.
Brief cases and umbrellas
Through the tunnel
Hold your Breath
Hope the children won’t suffer
This war its in the streets
Its in the hearts of the honest man
Fear is contagious
Spread through aerials
Fear is a killer.
Fear can kill us
Live, Die. Martyrdom.
Amongst the grass there is a snake
Your freedom
Is not theirs to take
Your Choices
Are not theirs to make
And I have decided…
To throw down the book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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