
A poem to tragety victims who are used for political gain
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 309 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-06-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3098784
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Hello there
Do you know me?
You probably know me
From the latest news
I am a victim of a tragedy
My death was horrific, yes
However, your treatment of it
Is even more tragic
I was a normal person while alive
Had my own dreams and goals
My own values and ideas
All I know is that I am not
A martyr for YOUR cause
Just because I died tragically
In an event that may have been preventable
Does not mean you can use it
To meet your own ends
Would you do that to me
If I was still alive?
If I could say to you that
I don't agree with you?
I bet you said no
So why do you do it
When I am dead?
Wouldn't that be more disrespectful?
I don't care about your
Political ideas and goals
What I do care about
Is you using my memory
To achieve them.
It is cheap
It is underhanded
It makes your cause
Have less merit.
No matter how just
No matter how good
Using a tragedy to validate
Insults me and the cause
You want to support a cause
After my death in memory of it?
Why not have it be something
I would have backed
While I was alive?
I am still a human
No longer with a body
But I live on as memory
Can you make sure
It is one that I would want to leave?
I am not you
You are not me
I wouldn't use your memory
So why do you use mine?
You would be angry about it
If someone did it to you
Used your memory how you didn't like
What makes you think I wouldn't be?
All I ask of you
Is to treat me in death
As you would in life
No matter how I died.
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