I wrote the first 4 lines for a photograph published on a photography forum. Was inspired enough to complete the rest.
A nation in shatters, Armageddon in sight,
An entire people cowering in fright.
A prophesy which speaks of a saviour in crest,
That a young man shall rise far above the rest.
No ordinary man is he, evident from sight,
Not one for the herd, he stands quietly polite.
Could this be the second coming? Inquisition underway,
An insouciant wave of the hand, keeps the doubters at bay.
One man; Can one man take on the world’s evils?
Bitterly cynical that we are, doubt him gleefully we will.
A man nay a boy who is to realize his true calling,
In a morbidly repulsive world which is beyond appalling.
In his naiveté, in human compassion he trusts,
He appeals to the masses: good, evil and the rest.
Little does he realize that our sins have numbed us all,
People listen, some curse some admire, everyone awaits his fall.
Are we beyond aid? Obstinate as a mule he refutes,
Sets about brewing up a revolution, his plan simple yet astute.
“Tenderness, benevolence, show the other cheek,
Honesty, altruism, forgiveness is not a sign of the weak”
Alas, his belief overlooked a tiny little fact,
Us humans, we have none of those qualities intact.
Our foolish hero, try as he may, failed miserably
Dismissed as another raving lunatic,
not a scratch on the surface he made
Shattered, not beaten our champion trudges on,
Appeals to the young, the elderly forgone.
Ah, the youth of the nation, our lone shining star,
Little does he realize their minds have atrophied
To a land far far afar.
Beaten and disheartened, too much to take is the pain.
He tried, he failed, a fallen hero in vain
An inviting blade upon the table lies,
Spluttering and gurgling, in solitude he dies
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