The Tale of Dubert!

Dubert, Dubert! I call, behind a closed door,

To no response- I kick it wide open only to look at his fading self,

His silence spoke of burdens, his eyes grim as hell,

A rope tied to his neck, a stool on his floor

Long was he gone, all he left for the world was his tale,

It begins with,

“Oh, it’s a boy! A future bearer of the crown,”

Hell-bound with responsibilities, 

Always happy, was met with frowns,

They warned, “If you don’t work, you’re a ghost,”

Societal shadows cast by those who judge the most.

"Men rape, they cannot be raped,"

"Men kill, they cannot be killed,"

"Men are ruthless, men are cruel,"

"Men steal, men break every rule."

"You're so fat, a bus won't fit you,"

"You're so thin, a breeze will blow you,"

"You're so short, the park's your place,"

"Look like an ape, the zoo's your grace."

Kindness finds no soil to root,

In this graveyard world where empathy is mute.

A graveyard of love, a desert of care,

To find warmth in this chill; quite rare

Dubert, Dubert I cry, the silence now profound,

His unspoken words and my sobs, the only sound,

Waning stream of his sorrow, eyes fixed on a fading reality

In his clutches, a note, perhaps his final plea:

"I was framed, I swear it wasn't me,"

I held on to the truth even though none could see

and even if they knew, they'd let it be.

If Chronos were by my side, time I'd wish to borrow,

Sadly, I breathe my last- I'm happy I won't see tomorrow.

Dubert swore it wasn't him,

Yet they blamed and killed him,

He professed truth, he retaliated with facts

In the end, he was smothered with the same hands that fed him.

With failing faith in God, he climbed the chair,

Truth in his eyes, fear in his heart, betrayed by his "Dear"

His last words- 

"Oh! Cruel world, may you release me,

Oh! Merciless God, in darkness, liberate me."

Dubert was no more, a life unjustly taken,

Dubert was no more, a soul forever forsaken.