Witness

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Witness

I saw a bird in the sky

Flying free

Flying high

I could not tell you

What it was

But I heard it scream

And I saw it die

Then a man

With the gun in his hand

Laughed and sang a victory song

Before he turned away

 

I saw a child in the park

Playing free

Swinging high

I could not tell you

Who she was

But I saw her fall

And I heard her cry

Then off raced a man

With his thing in his hand

Author's Note

I wrote this long ago when the content might well have been considered extreme or even radical rather than an everyday occurrence

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Still creepy as hell. Uggh. But conveyed beautifully, especially the parallel drawn from the first stanza to the second. This is easily one of the best I personally read from you.

[Neville]

interesting for several reasons
1) This was one of the first writes that I ever penned that survived the vengeful wrath of a lover scorned. The bonfire that she created and on which she placed my Grandmothers rocking chair and all my clothes and possessions was kindled with pages torn from my book of poems and other scribbles.

2) I don't like it personally because it reminds me of a time when such events occurred only occasionally, or rather they occurred just as often but were reported less often... There are other reasons too but aim to keep them to myself for the time being. Please don't try and read into this too deeply because sure as hell you are gonna be a million miles off mark. N