I Die a Little More Each Day

Whenever they tell me not to progress, to stay,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever I try to teach, and they say nay,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they try to stop me a word to say,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they try to reduce my spiritual array,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever I salute them, and they don’t even say hey,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they tell me there’s a will, but no way,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever I see a beggar, and they say it’s okay,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they tell me, I shouldn’t stand up, but lay,
I die a little more each day.

All your ignorance and anger and war and gore,
Have killed me today and I am no more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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