Why

To the ground they took him, With endless walloping punches. They sought to drain his blood, And make his innocent bones crunch! They didn't realize they had the wrong man, Nor did they really care... Their job was to destroy, To send him down the stairs. Baseball bats, tire irons and bicycle chains, Were used to chaotically disassemble this man, Invoking perpetual pain, For their goal; he would never stand again. There was no time for this soul to shed a tear or an agonizing cry, Just a glimpse into a fallen humanity, with the question, "Why?" 15-September-2021