That gentleman there, he stands forlorn
He knows not why this hell was born
Tireless thoughts that ceaseless roam
interrupted again by his hunger’s moan
A new dimension of form retrieves
With Anger and fear now thick as thieves,
Control his every desires and needs,
For survival’s basics so to speak.
Where once his head held high in town,
Now finds his gaze straight on the ground.
And if they catch him eyes up bound,
A vengeance strike is made to pound.
With captains and the guards around,
He dare not make a single sound.
For audacity strikes a single cord,
In minds that egos create and bore.
Yet times are rare when grins are bare
Most likely the night before was fair
As drunken egos cast a spare
I’ll let him live they think today
But tomorrow is another day.
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A good read with advice through proxy. Well done
Thank you very much!
An interesting write, was it a good thing or not for him that they let him live till tomorrow, nicely written
Thank you. Much appreciated
You are very welcome
It is terrible how humans want to decide who gets to live and who does not. Thus, how different are we from ferocious animals that hunt to eat ? In their case, they do it for food. But humans need not do it at all. Still there is such violence....
Thank you. Yes you are right. And it happens more often than we are made aware of.
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