Quite Reflections

Written by: esther robinson

Hey! Human spirit speak
You can’t, for I know you are weak 

“Can I see immortal love?
In this heart a mortal alcove.” 

You question in similar manner
Helpless, all alike carry this banner 

Condemned prisoners kept in cells.
Boards inform the day of their death bells

Like rocket launching, the day decreases
Proportionately one’s pressure increases

Fractions of a second fade bit by bit
Finally such souls travel to an unknown orbit

Even before the death sentence is executed, 
Fear, its icy hands the task has completed,

Those supposed hard-core criminals
Who have considered worthless their rivals.

For some eyeballs are pushed up.
Whilst others lay like a paralyzed pup

Even before encountering death, in reality
Innumerable deaths already faced virtually.

No better are we from prisoners like them
For each day offers us something glum

While prisoners are branded “condemned”
Pity! The brander is another prisoner “unclaimed”

Fact remains that we all wear an insignia
Unknowingly as victims of this human mania