Standing back upon my bruised feet ,
I feel solace , as I try to walk ,
And I fall back to the sore ground , it holds me deep,
Before the crippled past, grips my thoughts.
the mind flashes people marching up,
with sordid weapons and ugly dreams
Black flags unfurled as the curtains fell ,
And I blinded myself to the gleam.
You shot them all , cut them into fragments
and i stood stoned yet shivering hard ,
evaluating your dreadful statements ;
over and over again ; trying to find a heart !!
And then I saw you , turning back to me ,
I greeted you with a smile , for death I never dread
It was better to choke , than begging mercy
From hungry wolves , vying for bread.
Then you cut my legs down , I fell
And I could see that wry smile up there ,
But you never learnt, what victory felt ,
all you knew was blood , and life in the devil's sphere.
Then with shaking hands , I picked my feet ,
You laughed hard , but I didn't scream ,
And I untied my shoes, soaked dripping red ,
You stood quiet , and watched, as i bled.
And before I succumbed, i lent you my shoes
to make you keep your victory splendid,
a tear down your eye ,
and you pushed the sword down your neck,
And I saw still , the war had ended
Before I gulped my last breath.
