'Fiend!' they shrieked - at the top of their voice,
Boiling in the fumes of disgust - despise,
On chains and wrapped in a shroud,
Thence, he was brought forth amidst the crowd,
Smiling he rose, smiling he waved,
Posing the shackles and the cuts it gave,
"Thank you", said he - clear and loud,
And, waved at the joyous - raving crowd.
Therein the commotion does entail -
Some fail to rise, he rose to fail.
And, then, he bowed and he vowed,
As the anger rose still amidst the crowed.
Then anger said, "You will not live"
Then anger said, "This is what you get".
"I don't ask for anything but I offer to give"
"None need remember but none ever forget -"
From a puddle a grain of dirt shines,
From a puddle a swine dines,
From a puddle a lotus blooms,
From a puddle a cattle grooms.
If it were not for the ugly us,
None would enjoy this casual fuss,
If it were not for this truth mere,
None of us would be looming here.
Let there be darkness, for the sun is bound to shine,
Let there be no sorrow - this death be divine.
And, upon these words they questioned his sanity,
And anger grew to the heights of profanity.
But, his fate was signed, the job was done,
And, a soldier was lost, forever gone.
