Running with Scissors and Knives

Running with scissors and knives

Is my favourite pass-time game

The thrill of risking the lives

Of myself and others without noticeable blame

Casualties are many and seemingly random

These crimes attached to no real shame

It is sad and preposterous to fathom

that death of a person is nothing but 'yet another name'

2nd of September 2015

Author's Note

Criticism is well received

Reviews

[ANTO]

Scissors and knives come in many forms these days but death only comes as itself - the leveller. I liked the running tempo of this Mai - it gives the sensation of danger. Top write!

[emmajoy]

Had to read this twice, then again. At first reading i wondered what on earth .. on second reading I began to open my mind. Third time i used your final lines before i started and finally appreciated the question you silently set your readers. Today, life means nothing.. power supercedes frailty every time. Perhhaps?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the allegory here---some are so reckless in all they do that they often risk themselves and others without thinking --
this poem is good because it allows the reader to read between the lines....