Fears Of A Bandit In A Cage: Poem by Oscar Benjamin

No matter how slow or fast he go
To his destiny he head
Whether due to his fault or fate
The end stays in its state
Could design a yardstick to grade
His spirit remains high not low
Crimson, velvet or violet color
Echo the similitude between fire and parlor
Then sound the rhythm of tear and fear
Ricocheting and dripping into bowls of mercy so clear
Have a day so honesty as nature
That escorts him as sheep to his future
Crossing the border to tomorrow
Where he sing songs of joy and sorrow
Oscar Benjamin
02/05/2023