At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities.
Life or death, let's turn the page,
Even though all their capabilities.
Thoughts hastily racing,
Although it really hurts.
More pain I'm Anticipating,
Fingers blackened, now burnt.
Electrocuted, hair standing tall
Eyes bulge, ready to explode.
Barely able to even crawl,
I try to whistle our national ode.
For under the allegiance pledge
I have to follow an unspoken code
As they push me to the edge,
By dragging me down the road.
Harsh beatings, deeply battered,
Interrogated to no end but death.
Bloody and swollen, my face now shattered,
Coughing up blood with each breath.
Sooner or later I'm going to break,
This pain I just can't take anymore.
Softly mumbling, trying to stay awake
For what's later in store.
Left in a hole for what I'm hopping is dead,
Then five days later they do it all over again
"Rinse, Wash, and Repeat" is what the creep had said.
Now here I sit with a gun resting on my chin.
Fists clinched, Eyes closed,
As I hear the shot ring out,
Fresh blood on my skin and what else nobody knows.
As soon as they see me now
My children will quietly pout...
