Kill me because I am a poet

Kill me
because
I am a poet
Hang me
because
I see the world with different eyes
Cut my skin
because I have wings
Shoot me
because I am not on your side of the river
Trample
upon me
because I just want to fly
Stab me
because I have a heart
and use my blood
to wash
the ground
for your dogs

But don’t fancy yourself
thinking you can kill me like that
because
even in the darkness
those with eyes
will always see.

(Dr. Divago)