Giddy Up

This one goes out to everyone who has ever used a tragedy to further their own agenda – and I don’t care what sort of agenda that is, whether it’s heinous or noble, whether I’d support it myself or not. It’s a despicable practice no matter which side of the aisle you’re sitting on.

The end does not justify the means.


Giddy Up

go ahead
saddle your high horse
and ride
straight over the backs of yet another fifty dead
ride hard
ride fast
don’t worry
it will be smooth
cushioned by hot air
exhaust of your self-righteous breath
you’ll fly so high
you’ll never see
the tears
you’ll never smell
the salt
you’ll never feel
the void
you’ll never hear
the crack
of yet another mother’s breaking heart




About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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2 Responses to Giddy Up

  1. Volequeen says:

    Beautiful Poem x


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