People call me a hero,
But I feel nothing more than a Zero!
The swords clashed with eachother,
It was my brother!
Another half was me,
A strict devotee...
Of a hero, nothing more than a Zero.
A ritual,
Which was Conceptual.
Stabbing the heart of the beloved,
Who was unloved!
The winner,
Becomes the breadwinner!
While the loser,
Becomes the abuser!
Such a Strange Ritual,
Destroying the Spiritual!
© Arci
(In ancient times, it was believed that sacrificing a human to God, would get them protection... And the one who kills that person is called as a Hero. Poem about them.)
