The Idea

[Truthmatters]

The idea was to kill the Idea.


Rid it from the face of the earth.


Uproot it from the mind of my enemy.


Try as I might my screams didnt evcuate the idea.


His death was a sure way to erase it.




Then it became clear his children would remember.


Ridding the world of the idea required their elimination.


Unswerving from my commitment I performed the task.


There were those who observed the deed.


Having in their heads The idea for which I killed.




Their scarafice was the only choice.


Resolute in the need of my mission, I heaved a sigh.


Undaunted by the horror I set for home.


The faces of my children were a glorious pleasure.


Holding them close and loving them dear.




They looked at my blood smeared face and hands.


Rising in their eyes were questions.


Unbeliving their Father could take a life.


They asked "Father why did you kill the nieghbors?".


How can I tell them why I killed,"I have no idea"?

 

[Truthmatters]

Thoughts anyone?

 

[Avatar4321]

Yeah, your desire to kill is really creepy.

 

[Truthmatters]

You seem to not understand this poem.

 

[chloe]

you got rid of the idea

 

[Avatar4321]

You seem to not understand this poem.

No. I understood it quite well. It reveals alot about you.

 

[Truthmatters]

Then oh saged one explain its meaning in your own words please?

 

[garyd]

Kill an idea is difficualt but you can certainly discourage those who have it from killing those who disagree with the idea.

As to the poem itself I've seen better in fact I may well have written better and on a similar subject.

With a pounding of the drums

came a roarin' of the guns

and the Cowards turned and ran

while the brave died to a man

and the ground it was all gory

with those who died for futile glory

Where lies the glory in a death

died by many in one breath

for a yard of barren ground

and for reward not e'en a fun'ral mound?