Tiredness in the eyes,
Gazed upon a promised future,
Built strongly by every mere lies,
As inevitable marched further.
A fixed role of a captain,
The hero of a mass fantasy,
Lost, shriveled and beaten,
At a place where blood meet the sea.
Stripped down, below and behold,
The saint, savior of our days,
Forced away to act and rose,
Saving misery from burning blaze.
Shame ate away the hero’s soul,
Seeing the greed, the poor, the lie,
His last moments chained in gold,
As he drowned, a coward’s goodbye.