I Can't Pretend

Written in protest against the brutal murder of a local politician. A promise to myself to understand what politics really intends, and how it has degenerated.

I can't pretend that

I did not see

Someone being murdered

With the ease of reaping paddy with sickles.

I can't pretend that

I did not hear

The blood being washed off,

Hands absolving themselves of blame.

I can't pretend that

I did not smell

The glee lurking in the air

As vote banks were looted.

I can't pretend that

I did not taste

The saltiness of beloved tears

That few saw in their race for power.

I can't pretend that

I did not feel

That my silence fuels

This politics of spilling blood.

Author's Note

One of my (relatively) serious poems, so I'd like to receive some CC...

Reviews

[That1Nerd23]

Very well written...Dark, vulgar, and dramatic. Even so, very impressive. Quite the crime.