you are my enemy
i have a gun hidden in this poem
i get the gun and pull its trigger
in front of your face
bang! bang! bang!
i hit you right at the center of your temple
you fall dead
in front of me
you are not dead?
who cares?
from the point of view of this violent poem
i just shot you and you are dead
you are my enemy
and you are dead
i am relieved
from the point of view of this violent poem
you are my enemy and you are dead
now i can go
and live in peace
this violent poem
has done its purpose
i will have another one to compose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No- love all, serve all! Pl. revenge not! ? ! ? ! ?