The Trial

He called aloud my name,

My friend hard of hearing,

He didn’t see me standing

In the front row.

I came up to him and asked,

Why was I hailed so openly?

He said he had to shout, for

My time was up.

I had to surrender all gifts

And gains including rights

I earned or accrued to me,

Simple as that.

I felt the pain of loss and

A sense of being deprived,

What wrong did I commit?

I never knew.

I did not want to know either,

Had I not been snatched away

From me, I would have known,

What I am.

Going back to where I stood

I felt I was a part of the row,

I belonged to a finite team,

That had a mind.