POEM "PIN DROP" by martin gedge
Be god, almighty
lend me your time
for I am a salesman's suitcase of suffering
to pitch such sweet pain
and divine tyranny
for every pin that sticks my skin
is a dagger
of a soul that sees a future
in a small golden box
bigger than life itself
but with oh such dark rewards
you see hate in my hollow heart
while I see pleasure
this side that you seek in me
is my relentless ambition to fold darkness
around the bodies of doubt
we need not care for the morsels
of good nature
for it is our will
to see trophies dine at the tables of creatures
such as us
every night there is a new shadow
that dresses our closets
and every claw on every knob
awaiting doors to be opened
and presses against glass panes
to bring your world to me
and in the saddest moments
and through the quietest times
one twist and one turn
I will smile upon this throne
and the dark shall have it's day....
by martin gedge©
Born a hellraiser, and lived that way
For the better part of his days
Til riding back home, one stormy night
Struck by lightning, he kneels and he prays
Now he was torn, about who he was
And he didn't know what he should do
To kill, he knew, was definitly wrong
But the army kept telling him to
He goes off to war, against Hitler's troops
No fear was found in his heart
A soldier of God, a hero for his country
He waits for the fighting to start
He was ordered with nine other men
To silence the guns on the hill
One hundred and thirty-two germans were captured
With nine more, that he had to kill
Awarded the Medal of Honor
For something he didn't want to do
A conscientious objector
Just doing what they told him to
This story is true, about Alvin C York
A man from the Tennesse hills
For as long as he lived, he never talked once
About any of the men he kills
He said he never saw himself a hero
But was proud of the medals he'd won
But still a conscientious objector
He was ashamed of the things he'd done
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