obed Souza - Identity Theft

“ For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the <br /> Sovereign Lord...’ (Ezekiel 18: 32) <br /> <br />Someone died <br />Poor him! Nobody took notice <br />His solitude, his loneliness, his plea! <br />His emptiness was so full of glory! <br />Nobody cried <br />They just danced <br />He was the leading role, acting his own life <br />He starred his own tragedy <br />Nobody attended his funeral <br />Everybody thought he was just playing <br />There lay just his ghost, <br />He was stolen from himself <br />The mob stole him from himself <br />Fame made him into a nobody <br />Stardom made him into just a ghost <br />As his make-up wasn´t death proof <br />It just collapsed when they were dancing. <br /> <br />The sword he was slained by <br />Was so brilliant, so enchanting, <br />Nobody saw his blood... <br /> <br />He died while they were dancing! <br />They were busy, busy... <br />They were dancing. <br /> <br />He died many years ago... <br />He was a somebody made into a nobody... <br />Post- modernity erects him a temple now <br />But heavens weep a child stolen. <br /> <br /> <br />June 26/2009<br /><br />obed Souza<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/identity-theft-3/