WITHIN: a poem
©2019 DMS3
THE ASSASSIN’S BULLET
RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN
BLOCKING THE LAST SWALLOW
FROM BEGINNING TO END
NOTHING IS LOST BUT NOTHING IS GAINED
ONCE THE BRAIN CLOSED DOWN, SIMPLY INSANE
NOTHING CHANGES THAT’S FOR SURE
SAME OLD SHIT ANOTHER BLUR
CAN WE SAY THAT WE REACHED A SOLUTION
OR IS IT JUST THE START OF A NEW REVOLUTION
DON’T COUNT ON THAT TO REALLY ALL HAPPEN
WHO CAN AGREE WITH ALL THOSE MOUTH’S FLAPPIN’
CROSSING THE STREET THE TRAFFIC ALL SNARLED
PASSIONS ARE RISING LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW
WHO REALLY CARES WHEN LOOKED AT SO CLOSELY
MOST OF THE DEAD ARE OTHER’S FOLKS MOSTLY
VIOLENCE HAS NEVER REALLY WON OVER THE DAY
OR THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE SO OFTEN DO SAY
BUT LOOKS TO ME LIKE IT MATTERS A LOT
IF ITS YOUR OWN FAMILY THAT HAS GOTTEN ALL SHOT
VIOLENCE SETTLES NOTHING THAT IS FOR SURE
IT JUST SETS IT UP SO THAT MORE WILL OCCUR.
NOW DON’T EXPECT ME TO CALM ALL YOUR NERVES
AND GIVE YOU SOME HOPE WON’T HAPPEN FOR SURE
MANKIND HAS ITS ISSUES THERE’S NO NEW NEWS THERE
WE BLOW EVERYTHING UP AND LOOK WITH DESPAIR
NOT KNOWING FOR SOME REASON THAT LOOKING OUT THERE
WON’T FIND THE CULPRIT THAT’S HIDDEN SOMEWHERE
NO NEED TO WORRY AND THERE’S NO NEED TO FRET
THE CULPRIT YOU’RE SEARCHING FOR RESIDES ‘BOVE YOUR NECK
AND MOST OF THE BRAIN-DEAD THAT YOU OFTEN ENCOUNTER
ARE MUCH LIKE YOURSELF AND CONTINUE TO SAUNTER
BUT CLEANING YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS THAT IS THE TASK
AND IS THE ONLY SOLUTION IF YOU WOULD LIKE IT TO LAST
FOR YOU ARE THE PROJECTOR AND LIFE IS YOUR SCREEN
AND THE CLEARER THE VIEWER THE BRIGHTER THE SHEEN
NOW PICKUP YOUR LUGGAGE AND TOSS IT AWAY
AND HEAD DOWN THIS PATH AND FIND THE NEW WAY.
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