Death penalty always has been a stopgap solution. Even today, debates are more concerned with its morality than its effectiveness.
The lone man walks like he carries within
Nothing less than the weight of the world
Trembling with fear, they kneel before it
That thought of infinite names and forms
Come close and I’ll tell you this story I know
Of an artist and a thing of infinite beauty she wrought
Here’s what came of my musings on identity and our struggle with it. It also serves as the heart for an experiment with rhyme schemes.
While being told that the choices you’re making are the wrong ones is something I’m intimately familiar with, it’s only when I heard of someone else facing the same that I found my impulsively writing that which follows…
This is a poem that initially started of as something entirely different and try as I might I cannot chronicle what gave it its current form but then again, maybe I don’t need to. Let this serve as a reminder of the beauty of serendipity…