Behold the monster man
My memories remind how he killed
How he killed his innocent brother
Then hid it and hushed it as best as he can
And, while my soul is left alive,
As the night-roaming demons still strive.
To cut the throbbing heart
Right out of the hollow chest,
Making all belief
That the demons perceived best.
And as I shrieked a long and bitter cry
In toil weariness and pain
The most swollen eyes never dry
The thunderbolts that grow with fury, flash, and fly
The world is mournful with grief and pain
Turn it off, it comes again
Silent screams have been going on for years,
But it only falls onto deaf ears.
One to whom the examining Justice sure would cry
“Your honor, how long will be the delay
What makes justice stop and all wonder why?
Why am I denied and why does he roam scot-free
I suffer pain and the reckless, cunning Man roams without blame
“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?”
The disease brought misery and agony
But struck life and soul
And soon holding on to happiness became like holding water in hands
Now I can’t meet my everyday demands
The horrible death his brothers did die.
He’s trying the same with me, have mercy Sir, says I.
The body has taken enough punishment
Only Mum has provided nourishment
I feel sinful and broken
Hearing words that I thought will never be spoken
I always respected the judicial system now I want to be free
After fulfilling my destiny
Then taking shelter in the other world under some kind of giving tree
Views expressed above are the author’s own.
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