The Anarchist Who Slept Or Maybe It Was The One Who Wept Poem by Sarin Fallen

Spotlights search and the fences hum we lie still with smiles plastered to our faces as the snipers look for our heads and we jumped up and ran as fast as we could but ten thousand bullets found us in the mud.

We cried out with joy as the sun came up and the monsters slept but the mothers and fathers I knew had wept I doesn’t matter cause were what’s left so put them to bed the ones who will never move again.

I tried to live under their rule but I was an anarchist who was unaware of my own thoughts and I became a prisoner to their expectations, dates, lies, truths, medication and society. But we can’t help it now it’s what we are.

Programmed failures of life.

I won’t live what they want. So I went to the store and guess what I bought? Ten thousand bullets for every thought I would change and for the lives I would rearrange. So join with me or fight back. It doesn’t matter it’s what we have. For better times we make worse and just for fun you stole that purse so don’t be so quick to judge that witch you love.

I think I’m an anarchist who’s unaware of the revolutions that play in my head. So grab a gun, remember your number, and climb aboard your own path to self destruction. It’s not so bad and I love you mom and I’ll miss you dad but this is to the war I always had.