Not Of Your Kind

The bullets from your eyes

The bullets from your lips

I did nothing wrong

but you are judging me

You are very hungry

You are a professional fanatic

You have no time to think

I don't believe what you believe

Therefore, I am the enemy

I am your sworn enemy

Therefore, you should kill me

You are a person loving and kind

but I am not of your own kind

More Such People

A good woman

lived there

Only a few

such remained

Beside her

the heart beat slower

but louder

Beside her

I felt smaller

but more relevant

Beside her the voices

were quieter

but braver

Beside her the days

passed slower

but brighter

Her presence

was remarkable

If only would be

more such people

Why?

Why?

Why you want me

to be contaminated

with it

to be tattooed

with it

to be cursed

with it

to be pressed

with it

to be married

with it

Forever to preserve it

The past