Honour, a poem by Hamd Syed at Spillwords.com

Honour

Honour

written by: Hamd Syed

 

Glory for you,
black death for me.

Medals on your chest,
knives in my breast.

My fate is grim.
Only you win.

You pluck the apple,
I am slain on the trestle.

You cover your shame,
by shifting the blame.

And break my bones,
with your stones.

Your kiss turns into a bite,
when you assert your might.

Your inflamed ego,
and ravenous appetite.

My subjugated existence,
deformed by acid.

Justice served,
chastity preserved.

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