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.



