John-Ward Leighton

WHO RIDES, WHO WALKS, WHO RUNS, WHO HIDES, AND WHO DIES

If wishes were horses then beggars would ride,
so said the father to the day dreaming son.
It seems as if dreams are not for the here and now,
not when the religious homicidal delusions of the past
kill our almighty sacred cow,
because it’s not about who is right
or who has all the fun
its about who has the power and gun.

Who walks, who rides, who hides,
who runs
and who dies
because there is nothing more sure or
faster than the guns.
Are the dead innocent
only by the virtue of their deaths,
and if not innocent what were their crimes?

At the wrong place at the wrong time,
in the wrong dress
the psychopath’s buttons to press.
She lies dying in the street
life cut short at nineteen
all her story now
is a might have been.
Dead on a Teheran street
blood gushing over the feet and hands
of her fellow partisans
while the coward who fired the fatal shot
races away
his dastardly crime
has made his day.

Turbaned bearded old men
puffed up by their religious delusion
issue edicts in the confusion.
Believe the lie or die they say
to right the wrong there is no way.
They grope for foreigners to blame
caught red handed in their lying game.
They are the Lord of the Flies
proclaiming,
“Who rides, who walks, who runs, who hides,
and who dies.”

John-Ward Leighton: Who Rides, Who Walks, Who Runs, Who Hides, and Who Dies

John-Ward Leighton: Who Rides, Who Walks, Who Runs, Who Hides, and Who Dies

John-Ward Leighton: Who Rides, Who Walks, Who Runs, Who Hides, and Who Dies
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