by John T. Hope
While writing a letter to the world leaders about the war, it comes to mind that I am blind.
So, I sit and image in my mind writing a line.
It slipped my mind I have no hands.
This will not stop me.
I will walk to the United Nations and have my say.
Then it hit me, I’ve got no legs.
I feel around to have found there is no body.
Happy are the governing body’s members, safe in their beds.
Knowing there defended, where is my head!
Oh! I’m dead.
Last updated April 02, 2013