Monkey See, Monkey Do.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
when you kill a murderer are you any better than him???

Submitted: December 06, 2009

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MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO
 
His lips quivered as tears rippled slowly down his cheeks, his reddened eyes looked around at the towering concrete walls that enclosed his weak and fragile body. His bruised and battered hands felt the warm sunlight that streamed from the only miniscule window in his concrete enclosure. As the sun touched his aching flesh he thought of how this would surely be the last time he felt such warmth, he though of how it would be the last time the sun blessed his bare skin and provided him with some sense of sudden warmth and with some sense of hope that relieved him from his harrowing state of being, but the hope was lost forever.
 
Tears began to stream down his cold chiseled cheeks. The man so hardened by the world who hadn’t cried since his parents divorced at the age of fifteen was now at the age of twenty five crying out his bloodshot eyes. He was a man who had loved once, he was a man who had lost so many times, yet none of those memories of loss; of losing bets, of losing his home had caused this man of twenty five to cry so much as being about the lose his own life.
 
The gunshot from outside the concrete walls shrilled through the air and shattered his thoughts bringing his back to the hard, stone, cold reality, the reality of deception and the reality of the lack of differentiation between right and wrong. The shot was followed by cheers of joy, the soldiers had done their duty, they cheered in triumph. Yet the man who bled, the man who felt the pain as the bullets ripped through his already battered and seared flesh like a propeller ripping aggressively through water, the man who plummeted to the ground from the force of that lethal piece of metal, the man whose every previous thought and every memory was knocked brutally out of him, was not a man to them, he was a criminal. To them the criminal fell and the criminal died as people gained the right to play god and to pretend that they could differentiate between right and wrong, but who was really wrong?
 
The man knew how the inmate had met his end he had heard it so many times before, the door creaked open and he knew that would be the last time he heard such a noise. The soldier moved towards him, pulled him up and cuffed his hands. The man was dragged out the door and into the daylight, the daylight he knew that he would miss.
“Stand there” ordered the soldier in a voice filled with anger and hatred.
The man faced the soldiers, their rifles erect, ready. He wished that this moment would last forever, the moment of being alive so that he could take in every sight and every sound…….the bullets left the barrels, so he could take in every smell and every sensation…..the bullets flew through the air.
 
The man, who had loved once, the man who had lost once and the man who had killed once, fell to the ground his mind was lost forever, yet his body still young. But to them he was not a man, he was just a criminal and to them the criminal fell and the criminal died. He had killed, they had killed who was right and who was wrong, and they both took a life? Like monkey see monkey do.


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