Period 5 Social Studies 8H
7 April 2012
I hear you mumble
Prayers of goodbye?
All I know is you cry over me every night
Soaking me with your sorrow or spilled blood
I don't know who it is who makes you cry
But I bet they want you to be brave
After you finish and straighten up
You shove me in the only place I know
The pocket over your heart shrouded in darkness
The quiet thump-thump of your nervousness is audible
Your death-bringer is loaded
You shove your emotions and morals aside to make way for violence and your secret hunger for death
Just like Lincoln who put aside his love for his brothers for emotionless dominance over their disagreement
Like Davis who rebelled to protect what he secretly knew was wrong
The battle begins, jarring me from my thoughts
One brother is down
You and I both know this fighting is pointless
But to you, what do I know?
I'm just a photograph.