Thurman P. Woodfork
Lying here in pain and fear,
I hear the cautious steps grow near;
Half-blinded by the blood in my eyes,
I see a rifle muzzle rise.
Unable to speak, barely able to hear,
I gaze into eyes filled with fear,
And somehow, I’m not a bit surprised
To also see the hate in those eyes.
You killed my family, destroyed my home,
And now I lie here dying alone;
You claim you came to set me free,
Instead you’ve become the death of me.
You’re angry because I’ve killed and maimed;
If our roles were reversed, you’d do the same…
So pull the trigger and let me be,
Then carry on setting my people free.
©Copyright November 19, 2004 by Thurman P. Woodfork