Pacifist

Pacifist

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
"

Someone with the nutty idea that killing people is a bad thing.

"

Do you ever

Have memories

Of places that are a dream?

Or of a man that never lived?

 

And how are you so sure

Of your god?

                                                               (Your sincerity makes me smile)

When you pinch

Yourself every morning?

 

And sometimes

I run away

From

The fighting

On the TV.

Real life is too much

For me

 

I go somewhere

They can't fine me

            (So much for real life)

I look at my feet

But I

(Am distracted/

Disturbed)

See

The grass

(Or rather

Lack of)

And I ask

            What happened to the world?

 

Where did it all go (?)

 

 

              Wrong?

 

But you don't know

Can't

               (Won’t)

Answer

Except to say

You

Can’t

               (Won’t)

Do that.

 

                  So this is what I want.

                  And I'm gonna start shooting soon.

                  'cause I know I'll never get it.

                 

                  I'd like to live in a city so big
                  I could have me,
                  a life size map

                  Of the world.

                

                  I'd like to live in

                  The photo on my wall,

                  Where the smiles

                  Are real and my hair

                  Is blonde.

 

                  I'd like to go to

                  The place

                  Where you are,

                  And I'd like to be able

                   To come back someday.

 

                   But you told me

                   It can't happen

                   And,

                   It won't,

                   Happen

                   'till you tell me

                    I'm dead.

 

So let’s fight,

And we'll have

Hitler’s children

And they'll be

Machines,

And they'll be

Better than 

Us

(Because they'll be blonde)

 

So we'll run

(From the robots)

Yeah let’s run.

Please

Run away from me

So I don't have to

Hurt you

Because I don't want to

(I swear)

 

 

 

And we'll

Fight to lose

Because

(Our fathers

Weren’t worth the consideration)

You can't really

Be a pacifist.

 

(And you're not worth the bullet I'd rather use on me)

© 2009 Beatrice Mars


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Love love love it.

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(And you're not worth the bullet I'd rather use on me)

Truly awesome. i think i shall have to add this to my favourites. What a shame. :P

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow. It's very though and emotion-provoking. It returns that helpless feeling that the world is going the wrong way, and noone will cooperate enough to stop it. You have a strong control over vocabulary, and I like your style. Thanks for the read!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Deep and very powerfull write. I realy dig this.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

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