Kamikaze Poem by Kewayne Wadley

If love is suicide,
I'm the terrorist soaring from the top of buildings,
Blessed by the fear of fear,
Grounded by belief,
Lessening the grip that sinisterly impaired my heart, unjudgemental,
A student in the university, a teacher with a smug eye,
Wrinkles pressed unevenly across his forehead,
Forever taking the pages that turn for granted,
Heads swerve left, right,
Cars stop in mid motion,
A news article print in the making,
Soon to be commited, exit wounds left from the hollow tip of the government issued rifle,
Automated weapon attack,
Eyes close as my chest burns,
Rifles spit from their mouths like bees,
Chest shots unprotected by a vest,
Lighting bugs shone in the sun,
Did I ever hit the ground,
Love is War