A Man’s confession
Father, I am young and fit
Still, I reach for air
The pain is slowly killing me
Alas! Too much despair!
I’ve killed a child by accident
It was a cloudy night
I drove my car and there she was
My view was out of sight
Next, I know a girl is dead!
Oh god, how much I cried!
I could’ve called the hospital
Instead, I chose to hide
I took the corpse and ran away
No plan, no place, no guide
I’m only twenty-two years old,
yet I wish to die.
Dear son, how much I praise this speech
But death is not like people preach:
It’s a land where taxes shan’t exist
A land where men in grey play whist
A land where angels praise the spry;
the wicked men who yearn to die
This is heaven, my dear friend
They are waiting for you there
now pull the trigger on the end
Make peace with life if you dear
Say goodbye to all the wretchedness,
The agony, the dole
I’ll show you happiness
I’ll show you, heart, I’ll show you, soul
So pull that trigger darling boy
Let death smile at you with joy
It will make you wise and brave
It will turn your heart to gold
Man pulls trigger and dies.
Painting by ©Copyright Raul Campos Artwork www.raulcamposart.com