unLUCKy

unLUCKy

A Poem by delapruch
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na.

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knew a young man when i was a

young man whose life had been

screwed from the get-go/HEWA

SADRIFTINTHATWAYTHAT

SOMEAREWHENYOUCAN

LOOKINTOTHEIREYES&SEE

THESTARS/HADALLHE

NEEDEDHADENOUGHTOGET

SOMEGOODSTUFF&YETTHE

WEALTHOFSADNESSINHIS

EYESGREWTHEMOREYOU

CAMETOKNOWHIM/seems

his father was a test pilot for the

us of a & a company who spends

money to buy congressmen &

presidents in order to get more

wars started in order to make

more bombs in order to sell them

so that taxpayers can buy them

so people they never meet in

person can be obliterated in

their name/HEWASUNLUCKY
THEDAYTHATTHEYTOLD
HIMTOGOUPINABRAND
SPANKIN’NEWRIDESAYIN’
THATITWASSAFEKNOWING

HE’DDONEITAMILLIONTIMES
BEFOREBUTYASEETHEY
WERELYING/YESITISTRUE

YOU’REGOVERNMENTLIES

TOYOUEVENIFYOUHAVE
TESTFLOWNPLANESBEFORE

SOTHATTHEYCANGOTO
OTHERCOUNTRIES&BOMB

THEMINTOASH/what happened

next anyone could see coming a

mile away for the plane stayed

in the air for less than a few min.

& down it came killing the dad

of the guy i knew & leaving a

mother & son now without the

man they loved so much/AND
WHATFOLLOWEDWASALONG

LAWSUITINWHICHTHEYOUNG

MAN’SMOTHERWHOHADJUST

RECENTLYPASSEDTHEBAR
FILEDAGAINSTTHEUSGOVIN

ORDERTOGETSOMEKINDOF

“JUSTICE”ASIFITEVEREXISTED

INTHISLIFE/SOTHEMONEYCAME

&THETWOOFTHEMDIDN’THAVE
TOWORRYABOUTMUCH
FINANCIALLYAFTERTHATBUT

ONTHEDAYHETOLDMETHESTORY

HESAIDWITHATEARINHIS
BLOODSHOTEYES/”i would give

every penny of it back, just to have

my father still alive.”

 

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..

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