FateFar across in a distant city,Gathered a mob to witness the judgement day Ordered to offer no pity. Firm they stood to get most of the day. From whispers to grunts and finally shouts, "Death to traitor",echoed all around The commander soon ordered his scouts to get prisoner paraded all around. Time made her statement no answers did she allow no excuses did she entertain and made them believe the folly of pain The roaring bullets embraced the night From shouts to whispers - the echo died. As the prisoner lay dead in their sight In the eerie silence of the night the passive mob cried. |