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The Introverted Duckling

Stone-man

Stranger,

You were once like me;

A heart pumping blood,

Eyes that could see

And a soul

That could bleed.

Stranger,

Did you feel fear

The day you cried and no-one came

When you were in your crib

And you thought they had forgotten you?

Stranger,

Did you laugh when you played

With your brother

In cardboard boxes

You pretended were cars?

Stranger,

Was your plate always full

Or did you know the pain of hunger?

Stranger,

Did you wear the jumpers

Your grandmother knitted for you

While she told you stories of your father when he was a boy;

Click, click, click?

Or did you shiver with cold in the winter?

Did you wait for the money to come in

With baited breath;

Tick, tick, tick?

Stranger,

Did you go to school?

What did you learn?

Did they teach you to be kind?

Did you study hard

Or did you play hooky with your friends?

Stranger,

Did you feel the love of your mother

And the smile of your father?

Did you have hopes and dreams

And blood, blood pumping through your veins?

Stranger,

What brought you to believe

In a god so cruel

He would ask you to slay children in their mothers' arms

And kill with bombs,

Kill with knives and guns;

Kill with no mercy?

What made you believe in a god so cruel he would ask you to kill?

To watch the light fade from their eyes

As you inflict them with death from your hand?

Stranger,

It seems as though you are only bone.

Not flesh and blood,

Not human at all;

A bone-man.

A stone-man.

And yet you are

Human.

Aren't you?

Stranger,

Do you have a wife?

Or maybe a lover?

What bedtime stories do you tell your children?

Is your mother elderly and frail?

Do you pick her up when she falls?

Or is there no compassion in you at all?

Stranger,

Do you stop to think

Before your hand tightens around the knife under your belt,

Or reaches for the bomb?

Do you pause to wonder?

Does fear grip your heart?

But wait, you are a stone-man now.

Stone-men do not feel.

Or do you?

Stranger,

You were once like me.

Are you, like me?

Is your heart pumping blood,

Do your eyes see?

What do they see?

Stone-man, stranger,

Where is your soul?

You are not a man

If you have not a soul.

© Nicola D. Casey 04.06.2017 

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