
(Source: coolindividuals, via semisupremebeings)


Open Fire
Standing in the wings. Off stage right.
Secured in my position.
Awaiting my cue to go.
I can see the house from where I’m stationed.
I can see the anticipation on the faces in the crowd.
My music plays.
I run out ..center stage.
Kneel down and raise my type 56 assault riffle
Aiming it at the audience
Aiming it at the house
My position is defined by discipline
But discipline betrays me as I freeze
I dont know my next lines
I cant hear my next cue
I cant see my next shot
So I close my eyes and shoot.
I open fire.
And suddenly I hear bullets being released around me.
I hear children screaming for their parents, I hear wives screaming for their husbands.
I hear freedom chants and freedom cries.
My, what a show.
I am to much of a coward to watch. I am frozen center stage with my type 56 assault riffle.
And when I open my eyes, to my surprise.
We are in a field filled with a dead audience.
No applause.
-Based on this article http://news.yahoo.com/syrian-forces-fire-damascus-protests-000213465.html
(Source: thestarofmoon)