The Arrest

Avinash Menon
Wednesday, May 19, 2021

He heard the march of the boots
He saw their camouflaged suits
And saw their glasses shining brightly in the moonlight
In the darkest hours of twilight.
What wrong has he done
For them to treat him this way
Was freedom the cause of this?
Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair
He repeated endlessly.


A shatter was heard.
He thought that they were absurd.
But just then, he knew he could say nothing
As he saw the daunting Sergeant humming
Who waited for him to give himself up.
What wrong has he done
For them to treat him this way
Was freedom the cause of this?
Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair
He repeated endlessly.


They carried him to a room
Where nothing would ever wish to bloom
He felt as helpless as a baby
With the weather, it was rainy.
What wrong has he done
For them to treat him this way
Was freedom the cause of this?
Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair
He repeated endlessly.


The Sergeant smiled ferociously
And his men grinned atrociously.
And he got petrified
As well as terrified.
He prayed that death never would find him
But tragically, it always finds its way.
What wrong has he done
For them to treat him this way
Was freedom the cause of this?
Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair
He repeated endlessly.


The Sergeant grabbed the belt and the whip
And gave him a forced dip
Into the presence of an unwelcoming feeling.
He wanted to start kneeling
And wanted to beg for mercy
But he was never granted that wish.
What wrong has he done
For them to treat him this way
Was freedom the cause of this?
Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair
He repeated endlessly.


They were done with him, at last
The Sergeant’s men looked aghast
At the state of the victim’s body.
They took him to a far away place
Where he would never be found again.
The men have done their job.
What wrong has he done
For them to treat him this way
Was freedom the cause of this?
Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair
He used to repeat endlessly.

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