Who Am I
(Written for both the Boston and
Afghanistan bombings)
Who am I?...
Do I look like a terrorist?
Am I dressed like the soldier with
frightened
hands and panic connected to a
trigger?
I am just a boy hoping to marry a
girl.
I am merely a runner trying to
change the
world I live in...
So why would you want to hurt me?
Do you assume I want to harm
you?...
I live in a country that video games
learn
violence from only there are no
extra men.
No extra lives or cheat codes to keep
me alive.
A bomb is much more than the X or
O button
to me and all the people I care
about...
Here, I run for causes greater than
myself.
I run for people who need me more
than
I need them, and I do it out of love.
Love, there is a word I wish I could
teach "you"...
It's the opposite of what motivates
you
to push your button or squeeze your
trigger
of death and destruction with no
conscience.
The anger on this orb has been
foolishly
equated to oxygen and water...
You know the orb I speak of...
The blue one with the soulless men
who
would kill out of fear and hate,
the ones who would murder and
sacrifice
anyone to have this orb on a key
chain.
Where I live, people die for
celebrating
a wedding, the union of two people
in love.
Where I live those who push their
bodies
beyond exhaustion for good reasons,
die
for being people who give a damn...
This is the world I live in...
Who am I, you ask?
My identity is the future...
I am only old enough to learn...
And THIS is what you are teaching
me...
THIS is what I am understanding to
be "okay".
And when you are old, when your
family
are the innocent lives that could be
casualties,
You remember who put this evil
inside of me.
You understand that I will become as
you are
now, with no regret for killing the
people you
love more than anything on this
damn planet.
Who am I?...
I am the monster you are
unknowingly
creating with each new attack.
I am the murderer of you children,
your family, your loved ones...
I am the kid learning that this world
can and
will either be mine or be destroyed...
Of the two choices, neither matter to
me.
Who am I?
I am a worse version of you...
Because when I come to age...
All that you have taught me, will
be all that I care to know...
And when those in your heart catch
the
shrapnel or are blown to pieces for
nothing.
I look forward to looking into your
eyes,
I relish the thought of seeing your
broken face,
And I will say...
"Because of YOU...
This is who I am..."
Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2013
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