Unmarked grave ( a tribute to those who died for freedom)A Poem by M.KilaniIn a homicide the deceased it a victim, while in a massacre or a "war" the deceased is only a number!It only takes one bullet to kill a man It could kill a tyrant, or make a martyr The tyrant dies and his rule is over The martyr dies and revives a clan
Gives voice to the mime Moves those political pawns He claims nothing, yet the world he owns But good men die before their time
For a cause, it’s an honor to die Not because of one’s death There is no honor in death The honor lies in “why”
They say you can hear the bullet that kills I heard those bullets, and the words they tell; Rebel, revenge, riot and rage Leaving a victim, causing a rampage
Draining words along with lives Misery causing who survives Killing souls under a tin roof Along with ideas that are bullet proof
"Don’t dig me a grave Don’t burry me Don’t mark that cave Make them all see
I’m dead, and free Don’t call me a casualty Don’t say my name To hide your shame
No longer alive No longer a slave You count as you survive An unmarked grave
Don’t call me a martyr If you’d give me a number What use for your words can do the dead If another number you gave a friend"
Like yesterday ends today With echo of screams fading away Horrible silence following violence And sounds of violins that never play © 2011 M.KilaniAuthor's Note
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