Brutality
Blood dripped from my mouth
And pain caused my toes to tingle
And tears streamed from my eyes
But I'm not going to submit
A casket was made the day I was born
Beneath a ruby sun
Perhaps I should have buried my ambition
But I wanted to dream
The price of getting to the golden gates
Was only my eternal soul
Only to see the door shut in my face
As I struggled to survive
Beneath my beaten and battered face
Is a bewildered child
Wondering why I have been forsaken
And why my countrymen have abandoned me
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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