Already Dead Poem by Taya Martinez

Already Dead



Paralyzed from the ground up
Powerless against this relentless looter
No time to run they're already dead
The damp crimson sheets that linger
The ambience closing in
Suffocating the simplicity of an innocent nation
The ones who dare to breathe
The ones who make the effort to run
They still fall
They still die with nothing
No ties… No one left to cry for them
Morbid eyes fixed upon the rotting corpses
In a world of a sea flowing with forgotten spirits
The broken chains stream freely yet damned to eternal drowning
Lives left to gather dust
And languish into an eternity of agonizing torture
The ground where they crumbled into mass punctures
Now a scripture of what once lie
In hope that the world will have mercy
For a carved land and its broken people

A murder not through lead, knives, flames, powder or planes
Why does no one think to question a god that no one thinks to blame?

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