A Choice Poem by Amber Glistener

Why must I be in such a predicament?
The choice between this and that.
Which sends me to my destiny,
whether or not I may be sure of whom.

A weapon is in my hand.
A life lays on my shoulders.
A guilty man rests at my feet.
A thought and a belief burrows into my head.

Why must they choose me?
To be the chooser.
The punisher which I am not,
they rest assured of whom I am not.

The crowd turns away, ready.
Yet, I am not.
A life to take that is not truly mine.
Surely a mistake has been made.

What am I to do?
In which this deed would most surly be done,
in the eyes of another person,
yet they say none is more perfect than I.

Perfect for nothing.
A heartless person might do such a thing.
A heartless person might not.
I save some by and by not.

Whom am I to save?
Shall it be myself,
my family,
my neighbors?

The person here is not me.
I shall not pull the trigger.
But the person who stands in my shoes will.
I do not know them for I am gone.

I would rather take my own life with the weapon,
than take another.
For it is not the way of the world,
a peaceful world, to take something which does not belong to you.

Someone else must be burdened with this task.
For I have fled.
They can no longer make me,
for I have assured them I sh'aint.

My hand quivers as I close the door,
to a whole world that draws me in.
A world in which I cannot bear,
to take another's world away.

I will not fall victim to the grim.
They will not fall victim of my hand.
Yet the world has fallen victim greatly.
A corruption that has been called out, at least now.

No longer afraid of it.
I am the bringer of light.
With my valor I shall be victorious,
of taking the world under my wing.

The Lord as sent me here,
that is what I shall do,
to save the world is great,
but to save it's people is righteous.