Murder Me

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Murder me

Go ahead, kill me

Take a swing at me with your blades

Drop the stones on my defenseless body

Kill me with anything you find close to you

Stones, sticks, knives, fire; it doesn’t matter

Find anything you need to deliver a death-blow

Just murder me

End my life as if you care about the threat of my existence to society

 

 

Don’t look around

Do not stop to think

You won’t listen to my pleas so what is the point?

Just end my life on this hill

End my suffering I beg you

Make it go away

Help me stop this rage bubbling inside of me

This rage about my lost faith in humanity

This rage about my lost faith in the sanctity of life

This rage about my lost faith in the rule of law

 

 

Upon this hill, red-eye murder stands over me

I am a threat to them

A threat to their families, their neighbors, their friends

They have conclusive evidence of my guilt

It is kill or be killed

They have no choice but to murder me

They are my judges, my jury and my executioners

Of course, they are wise judges

Of course, they are a wise jury

Of course, they are compassionate executioners

They have taken for themselves the power to take away God’s creation

Imbeciles!!!!

 

Oh, do not forget to capture my demise on video

Share my murder with the world

Share my murder to justify your actions

We will all side with you

Yes, we will all applaud you for murdering an innocent man

Yes, we will praise you for your wise decision not to grant me an opportunity to prove my innocence

Yes, we will applaud you for a job well done

 

 

For the rest of you, go ahead and share my gruesome murder with the world

Go ahead and show ghastly images of my murdered and burnt body over and over again

Sure, my loved ones won’t mind

They love to see images of my beaten, battered and burnt body all over the place

They understand that you are sensitive to your fellow human so please, share away

 

 

Let me ask this question as I exit this cruel world

Who is responsible for my murder?

Who do I blame for my murder?

Who will you blame when they come to murder you?

 

Rest in Eternal Peace, Captain Maxwell Adam Mahama.

By Kwadjo Panyin

Author: Kwadjo Panyin

Kwadjo Panyin is a Ghanaian born relationship and lifestyle blogger located in Los Angeles, California. He holds three degrees; a Bachelors degree from Rutgers University in New Jersey, an MBA from Franklin University in Ohio and a Masters of Science degree from Northern Kentucky University in Kentucky. Kwadjo is a business professional who blogs for fun. His articles are about the challenges of dating and relationship anomalies. Writing, blogging, world travel, and photography are his favorite hobbies.

9 Comments

  1. Akosua says:

    so sad Kwadjo.. to even burn the body after killing him..aww Ghana!

  2. Adjoa says:

    So painful, what a wick world… Those people will never go unpunished, they can run but can never hide…. RIP captain

  3. Nana ama says:

    hmmm this to me is a true reflection of his thoughts during the time.cos i keep asking myself how and why an armed soldier stood and watch defenseles..perhaps he didnt see the clouds on his path were so dark.RIP

  4. Fee says:

    Thanks. Emotions well captured. I love reading what you write.

  5. Nanayaa says:

    Very touchy and sensitive. ..

  6. Adjoa says:

    A mother of children, stood by..she took pictures of the murder..she needed to get real close to capture every burnt detail of his lifeless body… That action broke me..Good have mercy!

  7. Nagba Zuberu Joshua says:

    This is beautiful. Wish I could write like this.
    The tears keep running down… This piece is really beautiful. May His soul rest in peace.

  8. Schumacher Horst Jenny says:

    so painful

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