#NaPoWriMo: Execution

 

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You died in chaos,

when promises were knives

stabbing you in the back,

when your loss was used

as shortcut for personal gain,

when words were cheap,

voiced by expensive lips,

when tears were fake,

disguising a sneering pride.

You died in vain,

paying for your wrong

that is wronger than it is

in the eyes of lions.

Then what is right, you ask,

when one’s humble conscience

becomes another’s excuse

in a mixed mob of sheep.

You died in tears,

thinking you were alone,

but you died in hope

that there would one day be light.

 

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