Doors and Walls ( Trifecta : Week Seventy-Five )

There he stood, alone, outcast and abash, stinking from blood and rotten flesh of his brothers.

And yet all he could ever muster was pity for their apathetic souls, one that did not care for freedom or justice, accustomed to torment.

They choose to close their door rather than embrace the uprising,

But that did not cause him agony, it was the walls surrounding them that kept him awake, so strong that even death of their own kin could not crack it.

He was being crucified, so as to set an example for others .They took amusement thinking they had sought an end fitting for a legend.

He had no care to beg for mercy or feel sorrow for his end.

In his final hour, he prayed that someday they would wake up , look outside the window and get the courage to break free from their  chains ,  rise and fight  for their prerogative ,one which was practiced so freely by others .

And he would watch from heavens cheering them, and in the aftermath will welcome them in his arms.

For now, he took solace in the fact that he was dying a free man.