Last 2 Inches by Eric SeligmannI struggle to arise from the wake of tyranny
People attempt to poison and destroy one another
For what
Their own personal amusement
I don't think they will know the genocide
They are attempting
Until there is 6 inches of steel in their skull
A dulled knife hungers for their blood
Rascist and Fascist alike
Have one thing in common
The knife has no prejudice
To its icy remorse
One's blood is another treacle
And another cold life out of society
It drains the life from a puncture
This holds the key to truth
No one thinks
No one knows
What is happening
Until the last 2 inches
Eyes wide open
Pain
Understanding
End
Ignorance is bliss
10/14/2008 Posted on 10/14/2008 Copyright © 2024 Eric Seligmann
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