Liberty and TreacheryA Poem by MachinaWriterA poem?
In my last living seconds
On the threshold, -as death beckons With a withered hand, -wrapped in shadows. Persecuted, then executed -by public gallows. But still saluted, for my undisputed Lyrical genius, I'm still hallowed, Spittin' fire from the deepest bowels, A deathly mix of poisonous vowels. Hangman, let's play a game, -set to death, for the criminally insane The word? That's a mystery. Get it wrong, its the end of misery. Hung out for treachery, -set to see, the end of me. My crime? Murder. But honestly, believe me, I was justified to hurt her. Outside, it was homicide. But inside, it was genocide. The extinction of my morals. Cuz trust me I never hide, -from any of my quarrels. I didn't need a knife to kill, my words assassinate, but still- Backed by hate, I will- -Desecrate for thrill. Spiritually, I'm soulless But empirically, you know this That lyrically, -I'm genius. I don't need to think, -I'll wing this. Its an indication of the desecration of our nation, when there's veneration for the defecation on our music stations. And those who speak free? They're hung out like traitors As indicators, so we see- That free speech, feeds the rodents -its misery So in my final moments, Here's my deepest condolence, -To Liberty. So set to the noose, I'll let loose -my final crime, I now choose To take the bruise. The attacks. The torture I incur, The lashes on my back. Will make me a martyr. For all free speakers, -they'll now speak harder. In the flame of revolution, -I'm the spark starter. What started as a quest for vengeance, And a final riddance -of the corrupt Queen By whose death I gained this sentence; Has turned into something more. A revolution. And the conclusion, that we need a solution To the deep pollution, -of our minds. The resolution? We need to leave behind, -the shackles by which we've been defined. So even though, I'm the one being hanged, Something has changed. The people know now, the Royals are deranged. My final words, -will be repeated by the revolution I incurred: "Veni, vidi, vici! -I'm set free." So today, call it treachery. But tomorrow they'll remember me, -Differently. As the one who died, -sacrificed for Liberty. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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Added on October 20, 2012Last Updated on October 20, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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