Terrorconvict Date: Monday, 2nd October 2006 @ 07:22:29 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: crazyn Terrorconvict Walking in Hearing hate Just let it be because you think its fate Walking out Feeling anger I can’t retaliate because it’s not my territory Eating out Tasting fear I can taste the acidic tears Eating in Satisfaction is clear I can taste the forbidden fruit I am being arrested by the man In a black suit Speaking in twisted lines Like I know anything About Guns and Bombs. Questioned for the crime I never did. sometimes I wonder if its a crime to be? This poem is Copyright © crazyn Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=126443