Courage Death


Scrutinizing eyes
and those criticizing lips
welcomed me boldly.

Piercing words struck me,
claws of injustice tore me,
breaking me apart.

Amidst the clamor
hideous creatures stood behind –
devouring, roaring!

“Guilty!”, said the judge.
The spectators clapped their hands,
snatching victory.

Despite these memories,
I stood firmly, undaunted,
wearing a great smile.

With vivid facade,
fears cannot be reflected.
I am still unmoved!

The approaching death
cannot intimidate me,
I am not a coward!

They tightened the rope
As it signaled my farewell.
“Kill him!”, they shouted.

“Finally it’s done
my pretended courage ends
as death mends my fears.”

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