Last Thoughts

Minding your own business, In the sea. Along came a ship, To kill me. They’ve chased my father and my mum, They’ve killed my grandparents, And their son. These little people, Who carry a gun. Are totally committed to killing my son. They don’t seem to fear, Or care. No matter how fast I Run, I can’t get away from that gun. I should go lower into the sea, 2 miles deep ,out of their reach.. But I don’t Dive Dive Dive, I’m not a sub, in the sea, I’m an animal life and should be left be. I don’t have missles upon my back, Or torpedos , to shoot back. I can’t defend and I can’t attack, I don’t even want to fight back. I may as well wait here, to get shot in the head. And my flesh stripped, from my body in strips. I don’t know why I have to die, My son and my, sister and my mum, all died under this same gun. In to breach goes a round now just darkness and no sound. Now I’m on their ship, Knives and scalpels take me to bits. Now theres nothing left of me Just this poem I leave for thee.