Modern Tragic Hero: A Poem

 

"The world has raised its whip, where will it descend" ( Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf)

 

I

Those who on their back the whip descended,

Are Walking with their backs hunched,

Their heads lowered, defeated.

For some people, two years and eight months ago,

Was the big bang.

They were whipped once,

Big bang!

The wound is still open, bleeding.

Life separates a lover from his beloved,

The mother from her child.

But for me and you it was a mech fence.

Men locked up with their sins,

Their tragic flaw,

And a moral lesson at the end.

 II

Fingers clenched to the tiny little gaps,

You’re too close but not close enough.

I’m afraid when this war comes to an end,

The fence removed, the border taken down,

And I would hug you but it won’t fill the void.

I’m afraid of you leaving this place but it won’t leave you,

I’m afraid the words that you should say will be trapped

Forever Inside you, like they always been.

Your body has always known prison.

Even worse, I’m afraid

When you give them freedom

They will come out in foolish ways.

Because I know your ways,

And I remember them.

And I know how freedom is exploited and misused.

You can’t let the savage loose.

III

It’s silly how life works,

A little move, a little mistake

And things fall apart.

They fall no matter how long you’ve built

Or how eloquently you did it.

It just falls, like Jenga bars.

But the whip, that’s tricky,

It can be blind or it can be picky.

 IV

At first, I got pissed off at god

For taking you from me, so unexpectedly.

But now, now there’s no room for anger.

I guess one of us has got their moral lesson

While the other is behind the bars.

I wonder how far you have come

And how far you will go before

It’s all over

My jailer, my lover, my killer,

My father.