Strangled

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 31, 2010


Destiny has no lead
for I am unmistakably the criminal
yet my mark is guiltless,
born unlike designed perfection
I refuse to be an elect
alien of a draught known by all.
I cannot be forecast
ambushed from behind radars
which attempt to define
my feeling on warfare.

I walk the other way.

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