ΕύBlogες Σκέψεις

You fire away, with license to kill

You’d do it for fun; you’d do it for the thrill

You’re not gonna stop, or maybe just chill

It’s not how it works, not a part of the deal

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Your name is Hope, I call you Excuse

I see you as a foe, but they see you as a Muse

Your air is toxic, but they need you to breathe

Don’t care for your gifts; I just want you to leave

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You look for new victims, in those who kneel

In a death of a child, and a convict’s last meal

You are totally fake, even though you look real

You can’t hurt ‘em all, some of us will heal

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Our final breath, which you take away

Just another small piece, for you to display

But you won’t satisfy, your voracious hunger

Our in vain resistance, it ‘ll just feed your anger

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You are only a promise that you can never keep

You don’t care about us; it’s our lives that you seek

You are nothing but banes and cuts that go deep

A beautiful lie, that sends us to sleep

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Your name is Hope, I call you Excuse

I see you as a foe, but they see you as a Muse

Your air is toxic, but they need you to breathe

Don’t care for your gifts; I just want you to leave

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I wrote these lines inspired by Anush’s and Jacob’s beautiful music. I later sent this poem to a competition and I received the Kurnitz award. And for that, I am grateful to both!

Duncan

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