The Executioner Sq
The Executioner
-Walter Rossman
Wield I do, this executioner's blade
one could even hear the faint stirs of a violin played
with sadistic elan, and sense fear on this man's face, concealed,
this executioner's blade, I do wield.
When I bring it down, many a head fall
yet today, I'm frightened, unlike protocol,
through the veil,in his eyes I see a plea for mercy, i feel my conscience frown
many a head fall when I bring it down.
And I am sweating, this man's eyes tear me apart,
almost asking, "For the innocent man I am, have you no heart?",
it continues, "for these people, weakly cheering, I've been fighting"
This man's eyes tear me apart, and I am sweating.
The blade refuses to budge, I am defeated
I ask myself, how can I replace God Himself, and am disquieted
and this angel of a man, in him I see no grudge
I am defeated, the blade refuses to budge.
A peaceful smile appears, as the soldiers make their way
his face wrought with victory, him I wish to embrace
he knows he will die today, but he has no fears
as the soldiers make their way, a peaceful smile appears.
Copyright © Abhishek Suresh | Year Posted 2019
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