An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
Pangs of vanity infest man again
The other half of man’s face is revealed duly.
Murder by blind ambitions;
death shrouded by a false noble cause.
Desire of false liberation; liberty is yours!
The man strives for betterment but life is no different;
Struggles, work and death are eminent.
For what then do the men in the West struggle for?
What then is the price of a flag; a title; independence?
An early death?