I know a murderer
Who walks free
Whose words are like daggers
Slashing our backs
Who cares not for our souls
Or feelings
But for rules
Rules and work
Anything that she can use
To her advantage.
I know a murderer
Who knows not the voice of freedom
Who cages her songbirds
Chains their beaks
Clips their wings
Who takes all life with her tone
And stabs with her snigger.
I know a murderer
Who doesn’t understand
Anyone
Or anything that means something
Who sees children as fruit
Something to squeeze all the juice out
And then leave to rot
Hearts are of no use to her.
I know a murderer
Who walks free
For words wound more than weapons.
But no one can see them.
Words being the clothing of thoughts have been known to comfort, encourage, motivate..., they have equally been known to cause collateral damage. A nice poem, well articulated and penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Awesome piece of poetry. I've read all your poems they are all great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The energy in your language makes this poem completing convincing; and it's just long enough to achieve this critical mass of persuasion, but not overly long. One aspect of your success is the way you convey the insidious way this so-called murderer goes after people, finding their weakness and pouncing relentlessly. The murderer's slyness, skill at slinking into people's consciousness, going for the jugular - all of these details accumulate into an atmosphere of fear. You fulfill E.A.Poe's ideal of writing, which is to aim at a single effect, and not to digress from it. That's what gives this poem its claustrophobic atmosphere and the feeling we cannot confront this killer of joy, this vampire of happiness. Your poem takes on a life of its own as an evocation of evil and for that reason I don't want to know anything about the actual details of the high school setting. Those details would distract me from the impact of its evocation. (Your poem illustrates why something like Hannibal Lector played by Anthony Hopkins - a cannibal - can be so fascinating to us.)