Blood in my Hands




I tucked my uniform and fixed my cap
I held my gun as I fill the gap
I positioned myself along the lads
I saw my fellows, are they feeling bad?

The sun was about to shine
Men and ladies formed a line
To witness a man who made a crime
True, the regime was at its prime!

The man stood with no regrets
A man yelled who was no less
Before a man of conviction and prowess
The man fell, and the crowd regrets

I fixed my arm and felt my sweat
I held myself as I heard their screams
I felt nothing and thought of none
I lived since then like I didn’t kill a man.



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Blood in my Hands
-TBWS
June 2017

A written work in literature: create a poem using a POV of one of the soldiers who assassinated Jose Rizal.

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