Coward

Written in Free Verse

I saw it all. 

The father of our nation, now the Saviour of it, destroys those he considers rats and ants.

Did you see it? Hear it? The screams of millions.

He saw a bright future, an eternal golden age. 

Astrea returning, her prophecy true.

But would she, the radiant goddess of innocence, justice, and purity, accept his offerings?

I thought that was all, all that needed to be done.

To cleanse the world of its impurities, to bring back our glory.

But he kept going, more and more.

They cried and cried. Begged and I watched. Watching as though one of them could not be my own friend.

What was our mission anymore?

Simply to kill? To destroy?

The evil of Wrath and Pride overcomes us.

Wrath brings forth his army of hatred, distaste for these pathetic mortals. 

Them. 

Us. 

Me.

And Pride, with his one eye only upon himself

He does not sit near me, but rather our Father and Saviour

I can hear it even in his steps.

He’s perfect. Untouchable.

He does not see the souls that try to grab his own.

To drag him down to purgatory.

The ones that try to grab mine.

Did Hades celebrate at his new citizens? 

Or did Persephone cry as Thanatos and Hermes went for their poor souls?

I will know when I join the rest.

And he, too, will join me.