Resistance Before Death
The dying from torture should this resist,
Over the struggle to hang on persist;
His would-be killers punishing badly or a little
-Like glass taking for the still brittle-
With teeth that still understand ‘How to bite’
And palms over groin he could make ‘very tight’.
This is the striking of balance:
To assassins giving not the cheapest chance
And for their blood-red quest
Forcing them to ascend a steep hill;
No granting of idiots a quarter of easeful rest!
A proof that one’s slaughter goes with a high bill
And complete rejection of one’s easy self sale
Plus torturers’ packaging of a hilarious tale.
Always pyrrhic victors killers should be made
To sourly tamper with victory from your separated head;
Their speedy lighting of bright festive bonfire
Or for it arranging one too many Michelin tire.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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