Blade of a Gorean Assassin
Swimming among winds, a smile of steel
A primal fear rippling through flesh
Long I have sought him, Now I have found him
Scalpel of a Surgeon
Navigating nerves and many a tumor
A tightrope of life, an abyss of death
Wielded by one hand, and a thousand prayers
Window Bars of a Government Building
Goliath of need, felled by David of greed
Where papers skip tables, when coins cross hands
Born to a nation's promise, corroded by national neglect
Chains of a Criminal
By default or design, predators plummet
Scream of the pure, clarion of betrayal
Under my cuddle, they are but the same
Shades of Steel
They curse the cutlass of knaves
They praise the scalpel of surgeons
I see nothing but shades of steel
