walking through the corridors of power
my heart wanted to leap from my chest
the utility stairs thundered
it was over, I thought
I continued all the way to the top
the red leaf was just a few meters above me
I was atop the Peace Tower
right above the slavers, cheaters and warmongers
without hesitation I dropped it
the immense parchment unrolled
on it, a vile word
followed by the crowned bitch’s head
I waited there, knowing my fate
they came up, took me, and brought me down
they beat me, tortured me for hours
isolating me, humiliating me
In my head, I was responsible
at my trial, I was guilty
for them, I incited hate
I was, because of the law, a terrorist
they put me in jail, a peaceful man
amongst the violence
lights out! I am alone
afraid, but bearing no regrets
along comes the guard
he stops and looks at me
he stands there silent
I brace myself
‘I am Irish’, he said
‘you are safe here’
I brace myself, he stand there silent, meaningful. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bro this is so edgy