behind the mask....

behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King

Saturday, July 29, 2006

innocence nullified

maroon ball
bouncing happy
goes past the unseen.
barbed wire.
bruised and battered
tiny feet
on its tail.
a gun gets thrust
full on the chest
dreams get shattered
future pilot, doctor or engineer
now labelled as an infiltrator
across the sight
flashes the sadistic heaven
a bricklayered jail.
a soul gets throttled
body black n blue
incubus jailor
on work at night
piercing the innocence
injecting venom
in a heart gone cold
time creepsby
the feet grow in size.
a hatred well-fed
sees the bright light.
out of the bricklayered jail
into the old world
but no longer the same
a world, now black n white.
the moment arrives
rough hands
feeling the cold RDX
wondering at the gelatine stick.
the hatred goes to work
newspaper headlines scream
a city gets bombed...

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