Chapter Thirty Four: A Poem of Homicide

 
To my friend, the dwarves and the
creatures alike; the poets, biologists,

and the anthropologists, who are 

witnesses of these expressed views:

A poem of exposition

an investigation of pains

the murders of life

in employing the kill

of life's indispensible worth

That it pays, into the horizon

Cadavers remain, of culture

No company can ever repeal

The crying heart, a bearing witness

The plot of muder 

done in the first degree

All evidence it seems

To be gathered by the investigation

of dreams, and the suffering nuances

Quite insufficient to the eye

A terrible mistake of a crime

A network of inconcrete lies

To bank on the second nature

It smells, it is rotten

A system of eyewitness

To keep an arrest

A cardiac condition of excitement

There is no better way

For such things to portray

But there was a curious eye

In the sky, there are flying drones

That records the indiscriminate acts

That no one dares to call

The wind blows, it carries a soul

The secrets of tremendous heartaches

It was loud as the fool

But no one cares

The killings and the murderers

They are all in there

To catch the room alive

Is to create a sinister spy

Observant, but never believing

Disrespect to the mighty pen

of many illegal dealings

By throwing the foul garbage

The falling of a mighty house

In ashes, it is to be found

There are no remorse

Truly, an apology not sought

The total disregard

to the law of the many kinds

An insufficient knowledge

It carries the murder

Indiscriminately, audacious

They are the fools that April might use

And have carried within her

All the interwoven woes!

And the plight of the cowardice moves!

Do not escape the murderer!

To die in dignity, of a pure heart!

No one shall bear a grudge

A person of dignity

never to be discouraged

A coward he can never be

In the face of these killings

One must face the music

In bravery he must dwell

No one else can ever despair

I must now reveal

A plot to kill

All of you who must not

May say their last words

As to the rest, may the bullets spare

Your longing heart, 

your conscience clear

May the tears never fall

From the corner of the eye, it seems

When they are through 

with your own wit

And their life becomes worthless, 

Totally indeed

May you not shiver in cold

As the chilling wind blows

May the voices you hear

Become a guide to your ear

May you find happiness

Beyond these treacherous roads

One must find an escape

with all the learnings owned

The stronger determination

A soft heart, yet broken

May you journey beyond character

But if not, I must pray for you

May your soul discover the hurt

That beyond death is a new life

From which you must survive

May the chaos of whispering monsoons

Cover your empty heart

With the substance of gold

May the ghosts you meet

Remind you of something sweet

A life after the storm, not death

And into the forcibly opened space

May time heal the wounds

And the longing be reduced

Yet, there is no real threat

But the truth you hold

Carefully, to see

And may the camera of nature

Come to your aid

And keep you always

May the moon sympathize

With your recuperating heart

And the kindness that you have

May it not shatter in evil

May its roots further deepen

As the typhoon hammers

The depth, may it be true

May authenticity become your cure

Never, ever be

Despite of their cruelty

Bring you to a bad nature

And force you to change

Your life is precious

And there is hope

Someone is watching over us

May it be the Lord

The End.

(For now)

-o0o-

All men are born firstly with the instinct

to protect themselves. But few grow

to really love themselves, and even fewer

learn to love their neighbor as themselves.

Criss Jami, Killosophy

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The Chapter is sponsored by Nike.