He too, knows the pain
Of watching his own soul
Expire from his body,
Like fire parting with its own flame!
He too, has tasted the world's bitterness and hate
Got stripped of his own humanity--
And received lashes on his wounded soul!
He too, has learnt to live
With chains, in a broken system
Chained to broken cisterns
That his life could no longer hold!
He is a man, made of clay
Fragile, & easily bruised
Straddling between life and death
Just like that woman-- of the state.
He too, is a human..
©karel
K