Vengeance Delayed Storypoem Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

My country taught me how to kill
and when I had sufficient skill
I was recruited secretly
to serve a special agency.

My given task was to erase
any who opposed our ways
at home abroad where I was sent
To which I gave my free assent.

I slowly came to realise
I could not always recognise.
My target as an enemy.
Suspected they were using me

Though I had little evidence.
Some missions seemed to make no sense
I was expected to obey
my instructions come what may/

My duty was to do or die
I had no right to question why
There was no way I could resign
or else the next death would be mine.

I had known other colleagues die
quite frequently Now I knew why.
I was convinced my turn would come
Because a dead man will stay dumb.

I chose instead to disappear.
Create a new life far from here.
Although I killed for my country
I’m certain they will search for me.

They are afraid that if I chose
their dirty secrets to expose.
They have no means of stopping
me whilst I remain at liberty

They would much rather I was dead.
I have a price upon my head.
So I have planned accordingly
If they succeed in killing me.

My story will be given to
the press who will know what to do
.I’ll take revenge posthumously.
on liars who exploited me.

22/04/2009
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