Killing Field
I have to kill him because he’s my enemy;
if I see the moving shadows, whether they are children,
women, sick or old I have to sweep them out from the field
because they are the obstacles to accomplish my mission,
the killing is not only non-crime
but, in order for me to survive,
massacre can even be justified,
and no day or night is there
in this ruthless killing field.
Following the mixture of light and darkness,
no time, just the extension of light and dark
I run, lie on the ground, or
crawl to sustain myself
and when I sleep out there
it becomes my home
or can be turned into my grave,
a detestable spot of a life’s journey,
a wrongfully fixed life’s cycle’s moment.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2016
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