Gus Schreiber


Rebel's Suicide - Poem by Gus Schreiber

Rage without outlet is the worst
when holding a gun
and seeing too well
the endless trail without brunt,
along which i watch a thousand targets,
as my hands shake with rage
and I see nothing
but lost smiles
and lost hands outstretched,
and i wonder
if the president is smiling,
if god is smiling,
but all i know for sure
is that i am not,
as i try to pretend
i don't know who to shoot


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011


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