The following poem was written in April of 2023, which is National Poetry month. I collected all the poems from April and assembled them for future publication. I will let you read the poem for yourself and then you can decide what the choice was.
I hear the chopper flying overhead.
It’s flying lower than it needs to be.
The dust stirs, swirling, twirling
So fast and thick I’m unable to see.
A voice commands me to my knees
Defiantly I choose to stand my ground.
Another order barked for me to comply.
I stand firm in this courage I have found.
The chopper rises swiftly moving away.
From behind I now hear marching feet
I turn to see, there’s a blinding light.
More coming towards me on the street
They tie my arms behind my back.
Then place a sack over my head.
In my minds eye I play out the scene
In a moment I’ll soon be dead
Will you freely take it, they ask of me?
Will you choose life over death?
There is no choice for me to make.
I’ll stay free until my last breath.
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