Wrath

This poem is about words spoken in anger

Faster, faster drums beat in my head
Harsher, harsher your words grow
Drumsticks batters a rythm of pain
Noice the echo of your wrath.

Thump, thump judge’s hammer slam
Wack, wack swords collide
Justification you seek
Honour you demand.

Feeble I lay beneath the drums
Hands outstretched begging for mercy
Crushed I stand before your words
Eyes aggrieved with pain.

Humiliated before judge I stand
Soul silently seeking mercy
Inferior I bow before sword
Head in submission for final stroke.