Its just a flesh wound
 

Why did you rebel?
You must have known
It could not turn out well
You must have seen
The rocks and bullets fly
Why?
Why?

What result did you expect?
Was your vision
Clouded by pretence?
Did heroism
Kill common-sense?
How
Did you think
That this would end?

Not hard
To predict
Life is not a happy script
Life is not a happy script

Prone
Sprawled across the floor
Wounds
Full of pavement dust
Face
Turned to the sky
I asked you "why?"
You said "because I must"

Not hard
To predict
Life is not a happy script
Life is not a happy script

Peaceful protest
Turning violent
Today's heroes
Become tomorrows tyrants
Righteous hearts
Warped by bitterness and toil
Perhaps it is best
You die today
While your ideals
Are still unspoiled










(Yes, I blatantly stole some ideas from one of Ethan's poems. Bite me!)

I actually really liked this poem, I really liked the style and choice of words as well as the format....very good:)

The rhyme was annoyingly bland, and all in all the the poem wasn't excellent contest-wise, though it had a few gems.

The first verse, with the exception of the repetition in the last two lines, is quite nice. The second verse was good. Also, the first half of the third verse (after the first singing of what I think is a chorus) is good.