A Tale of Truth

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A murder in cold blood
An act of extreme violence
Everyone stood still and watched
A man dying in complete silence

The murdere looked around
The victim lay motionless on the ground
His eyes showed no remorse nor fear
He didn’t care if this act could bring smear

His hand held a scimitar dripping blood
The dead body had none to enshroud
He walked through crowd, not in haste
The dripping blood was all he wanted to taste

Everyone stood still, head held low
Except a child who didn’t lower his gaze
His fists tightened, his eyes glowed with anger
People around him held him from moving any longer

When the murderer left
People came together and wept
Some came ahead and buried the dead
Everyone retreated to save their own head

Storm and rain embrace the night
The child awake remembering the dreadful sight
He wondered why none came ahead to stop
The terrible crime committed in daylight

The sheriff’s came but everyone kept quiet
They assumed they saw nothing, heard nothing
The child came ahead to tell the truth
Sheriff’s turned a blindeye to child’s tale

Killer walked on streets head held high
Men and women none looked in his eye
The child walked behing with stone in his hand
His eyes showed rage, his mouth spoke truth

In one swift move he threw the stone
It hit the murderer on back of his head
He shrieked in pain and fell on ground
Holding his head in hands covered with blood

He cried for help all around
But none stepped ahead nor showed mercy
The child now wondered what they will do
But crowd assumed they saw nothing, heard nothing

~Surya
Enraged

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