The Citizen

Clasps of lightning uproot the trees,
As a wicked storm replaces the breeze,
A thousand lives a second they seize,
And in the eye of the storm, an innocent man!

He with his troubles all left behind,
To his kin and his duties he did bind,
And Alas! What he did finally find,
He was the scape-goat, of a con-master plan!

Clangs of metal on metal does sound,
The last of his kin were never found,
For a man who to all his duties was bound,
He was bound to die, so short, his lifespan!

At the corner of my eye, a tear,
What all did the poor man bear,
Through the nation a longish sear,
And me and my heart, Salute the brave man..........