Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Praise (Wilkes, 2009)

Praise

do you know how
it feels to kill
a wind full of vultures
to blow across the hill
searching they for bodies below

starved by the desert
kept from the water
where do you go to drink?
with nothing but sand
and space wide open
tis easy to kill don't you think?

do you know how
it feels to kill?
a wind full of flies
to feast on the ill
touch of a microbe
leaves bodies below
rotted by disease
a cure so lacking
pushing their body to the brink
with nothing but a virus
and a host to infect
tis easy to kill don't you think?

do you know how
it feels to kill?
a street with one desperate man
to stab for some bills
touch of a knife leaves bodies so low
no food to eat
and nowhere to go
their life and their money are linked
with nothing but a weapon
and a want for some money
tis easy to kill don't you think?

do you know how it feels to kill?
like a sickness touching deep inside
like water
never there when you need it
like a dagger there's nowhere to hide
guiding your hand
and guiding your soul
you must feel its touch before it will show
how, or if ever, you shall be let go
feel me inside if you want to know

(Gravl Wilkes, 2009)

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