They removed tear ducts for optical needs,
For weapons and vision and because of waste.
Once a man stood with a gun over a girl
Simplest story of all the long tales told -
Except he told her to run, soft, sad,
Staring at a face that knew only fear
But he was just a man, his promises
Of safety just words: actions are louder
And the death of hope lies in pooling blood,
Not wanting to die but knowing you will.
The man fell too, his screams hoarse ragged wounds,
Not enough for the terrible thing he gave,
A refusal to touch and a dull hurt
Some call hope that, for a moment, gave wings.
Perhaps she would take comfort in his fate,
Bound to earth and chained unto life by men,
More machine than human, staring at her
As her face fills vids, his life story just
Images and sound bites and nothing more
As he helplessly follows his own thoughts,
Wonders if she'd have been as good a lay
As all the other guys had bragged about.
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