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Farewell Bullets

“FAREWELL BULLETS”


today I woke up tired
and hungover. 
I was a little sore from my road trip 
yesterday and the combination 
was enough to get me complaining. 
I went home,
kissed my son and said good morning. 
he smiled as I dressed him for school.
the time came and the bus arrived right 
on time.
I kissed him on his cheek,
I told him I loved him and
off he went into another 
day free from the world's evil. 
I grabbed my keys,
locked up and left. 
as I drove to my next destination, 
I fell into a daze. 
I thought of how tired I was, 
how hungover I was, 
how sore I was and how I couldn't 
wait until my son was grown enough 
to walk to school. 
it’s not that I mind the routine to be 
quite honest, 
I'm just tired, sore and hungover. 
when I arrived where I was headed, 
I stood in conversation with one of the 
five females I have been around lately. 
we talked of the road trip,
we talked of the drinks,
we talked of being tired
and sore. it was then we heard it. 
multiple gun shots and a scream. then, 
the sirens. 
the pigs came in on their 
four-tire horses,
guns blazing. another victim of those 
that protect and serve their badge 
instead of the people. 
as the scream came in, 
my hangover and
my tired and sore body
wasn't important anymore. 
I suddenly missed my son 
even though I just sent him off. 
the man who fell victim to the abuse of 
power will never know what it is to be
hungover, 
tired and sore all while kissing his child 
goodbye. 
all while saying I love you. 
I am fortunate to be
hungover, tired and sore.
I am fortunate to be a father 
who can kiss his boy goodbye.
who can say I love you each day.
to you sir,
I bid you adieu.

By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016

Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016

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