Sunday, 16 November 2008

Blood Ballot

While the timing is wrong, the conviction remains.
I had to write this...

Thrust into a life a fear,
A time when turmoil and pain are the only constants,
Where convictions are forgotten and freedom fades.

The shouts of propganda and the threat to those who do not conform,
The sound of a gunshot ringing out,

It's the story of millions,
The story of injustice and corruption,
The story of a country on the brink.

A world away...

Lives of complacency,
Of complaint without action and a failure to recognize the freedoms held,
Of ignorance and bliss,

Unaware of the importance, of the strife and the trouble a world away,..

As one man tosses his ballot away, another dies clutching his