Im not a murderer..

Im not a murderer,
but they still,
nailed my name,
Onto the blackened posters,
of vile hatred.
The Stark lights,
of this treacherous establishment,
befalls on me,
claiming my insignificant life,
for insurgency.

Im ready to die,
But im not a murderer.

As i have seen,
and heard,
the failed youth,
voicing against oppression,
in the state of feverish
hysteria,
the slaughter of the
failed poets,
the cries of the maimed,
hapless woman..
lost in the sounds
Of hollow,
sound and fury!
I cannot bear,
Just to stand and see.

The naked ambitions,
of this society,
disgusts me.
they call me,
a vile creature.
So be it,
but wheres the blood,
marked boldly
in my palm,
So as to launch,
Propagate,
the flow of outrageous,
murderous contempt?

Im not a murderer,
But,
still their chains,
Pierce through my skin,
My naked entity,
the wound,
being unrepairable....