Your face becomes
an eye, a saga of
holding the assaults.
A body hails
the sagacity.
A child becomes a man
away from home
of truths, god forbids.
The innocence gives
rise to a mound of bones.
Death lingers to
take revenge.
Brutality breeds
brutality. Can anyone
break this cycle by giving
one's life after receiving the award?
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