Blood and Tears

The patriot

The man does push me to the floor,
Slamming shut the oaken door.
My cries arise and tears fall,
Up above, he stands tall.

He lays a foot upon my ear,
Adding to my heightening fear.
I shout out from the pain,
As my efforts die in vain.

Thoughts of the past cloud my mind,
But the pain pushes them behind.
I lift a hand but he kicks it down,
In my pain, I seem to drown.

He pulls me up and raises a hand,
As I see that I can barely stand.
The walls of grey with stains of red,
Remind me of the life I led.

The kings I served and the armies I led,
The things that in my anger I said.
They cross my mind in quick flashes,
As my sense of sanity crashes.

For a while he leaves the room,
As if to delay my inevitable doom.
I crawl upon the floor and wail,
Leaving behind a red trail.

He returns with an iron stick,
My life's clock does quickly tick.
No matter bound or not in chain,
At heart, a patriot I shall remain.

Gaurav Khatri

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