On a day not far in the past
I stood before a line in the sand that was so vast
That its sight would set you aghast
.
And beyond that line
A man stood with two eyes that looked just like mine
.
In a uniform I didn’t recognise or respect
He stood before me not as a soldier, a citizen, or a subject
But as a man
Just as any, who I know, would
But his eyes didn’t glimmer
And his soul didn’t shimmer
.
But I could tell that in each day of his life there
In the place so unfair
.
His heart shrivelled
And his humanity quivered
As though his throat choked on the string
Sewn by the hand of the tyrant king.
.
-Capitol A. 28.3.2024
