Now I'm blasting
Everlasting love
Monsters laugh as
I come roaring through
In the skies I feel
Free as a bird
At times like these
I pretend to be something else:
What am I? A seagull on a journey
Enjoying the wind of the sea
Being as free as I can be without chains
Spread my wings so wide
So people would look at me
With awe from up above
Instead of terror
What am I? A plane so big
A hundred people fit in me
Inside they laugh along with friends
I zoom beside the setting sun
And people would now stare at it with wonder
They hug their families with them
And they would realize
It's a divine feeling to be alive and hold the ones you love for a long time
What I truly am? A carrier pigeon
Bringing the message of death
Upon thousands of innocents
Who will perish at the order of the vengeful and arrogant
I am a slave
Can't butt in to these things
Just do as I was programmed
To first let the people know I'm coming
Then, with myself, explode and annihilate them to oblivion
It's a sad, sad day
Truly a sad day
For myself,
For the children,
For the people of world,
For you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
