Want to be a suicide victim
I do not, did not
Want to be with a suicide bomber
It is of no matter
It is enough that you want her dead
Words of the play
Ring, run around, turn inside my headVomit on the pavement,
Fireworks in the sky
I did not, do not
Want to be a suicide victim
I do not, did no,t want to be there
For the victim of a suicide bomberBut hold my hand she said
With a dark and lonesome cry
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
