Please, please let me free and let me go,
I won’t tell anyone about what I know.
I’m tired, I’m tired of all of this now,
how this started I don’t know how.
It’s been too long, too long since the start,
I’ve lost them, lost the believe and the heart.
Please, please let me go, please set me free.
Please let me get away, let me run, let me flee.
Please, I beg of you.
I beg, I beg and I plea.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2026 07:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Been watching too many movies of executions in war.
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Whether literal or metaphoric this poem speaks of connections. Well done
The connection between the ones being killed and the ones doing the killing. Like Vietnam vets describing groups of soldier wiping out villagers. Both beg and plea in their own ways. Some doing the killing want it to stop. Or Bosnia & Croatia where the army wiped out towns. Not all the soldiers kept their belief. There are too many examples in Human history where the pleas intermingle and their begging can be seen.
William Calley and the massacre at My Lai like the massacre at wounded knee for the American Indian. Understood.
Ah the old late night movies.
Keeps you going into the next day, and the next.
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