A decision not taken
The pretext to death
A shiver of fear
Compassion swings
the judgment blade
the cynic called hindsight
too late, the actions made
the line between wrong and right
Smashing with disgust fuelled by fear
and might
The will to live,
end the fight
Stunned mangled fitting
But never dead
Who judges
the story and the way it is said
to anyone who wants to listen
To suit a purpose that might be a lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely composition of words - good poem