“I Don’t Like the Sound”
I was handed a spark.
It happened a long time ago.
But what am I to do with it,
Is what I’d like to know?
I’ve no grievances,
With sickness, need or death.
I understand why we breathe,
Why we must draw breath.
I get that thinking too little of another,
Living creature is somehow wrong.
I understand my place,
I know my family is strong.
For the better part of my life,
I couldn’t understand hate.
That soundless blinding rage,
That should only be delivered by fate.
I’m not so stupid that I don’t understand,
What I was gifted deep inside my soul.
I’m not so unseeing,
That I don’t understand the possible toll.
I know you do it within risk,
I know you do it within trust.
But doing it is not an obligation.
I don’t believe that you must.
I believe that this place,
Is our battleground.
And I’m tired of my voice,
I don’t like the sound.
Because I was handed a spark.
It happened a long time ago.
What should I to do with it,
I’d like to know?
Danny Gunter
03-31-2011
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