Opinion, Poetry

Death Doesn’t Care


Shoot me cos you’re a student on a gun spree

Slice the knife across my artery while you’re on a high

Beat me to death with skin which is lighter than mine

Stab the life out of me for your fascist beliefs

Bomb me for being born across the border


Murder me to honour your god

Obey those voices inside your head


In any case I’m dead

And have no time or reason to care





© Sandro Bugeja – 26 October 2014





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