Labour's Fruit (Poem-6)

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I was once just a common man,

Who wanted to become a lawyer, true;

But today I tread down another path,

Still a man, but my role is new.

Today, my people are gathered around me

All of them energetic and free,

However, just a few days ago

Mere freedom they would seek.

We were ruled upon by an invader

And we weren't treated well,

And living in this place was like

Living in worse than hell.

People were miserable 

And wanted a change soon

For everyone had had enough 

Of dancing to this evil's tune.

So, I stood up and called out to

My people and my friends,

I guided them all through the way

And we drove out the fiends.

On this day my people stay

Surrounding me with roses

And on this day I felt more blest

Than even Him, the holy Moses.

I acknowledge each blessing with

A smile across my face, 

But out of all the friendly faces

One held a gun, raised.

I felt the bullets pierce my chest

But they didn't hurt as much 

As compared to what feeling I had

I was attacked by one I loved.

I freed this man and his family 

But he didn't show regard,

I doubted everything I'd done,

I thought, "Hadn't I worked hard?"

Everyone gasped and screamed in fear

I could see some capture-tries

And helplessly, "Oh God" I say

And gently close my eyes.

I'd helped in freeing my country

From a foreign threat,

But I wonder, still, even to this day,

"Was all I deserved just death?"

-Armaan Kothare