Through His Master's Eyes Poem by Ravi Prakash Sharma

Through His Master's Eyes



Through his master's eyes,
he saw his world.
Through his master's voice,
he welcomed his own peril.

He had eyes,
but was blind.
He had a body,
but lacked a mind.

Without second thoughts-

He forward marched,
with rifle in his hand.
He forward marched,
on just a single command!

Mesmerized he was,
by his Fuhrer's speech.
Pressurized he was,
to unite the third Reich.

He fought many battles,
he devised many games.
He brought glories back home, and
spread fear with his Master's name.

But one eventful night,
when bullets were whizzing past his side,
One came near and struck his thigh,
the other came straight,
and wrapped up his whole life.

Back home,
tears were shed,
Family mourned.
But unanimously, all the people prayed-
'May that devil be doomed'.

His Fuhrer was blind,
his Fuhrer was cheap,
who sought pleasure,
in killing the jews and the weak.

My Friends-
Never look through borrowed eyes,
that's all I wanted to portray.
God gave two eyes and mind
for us to have our own say.

-R.Prakash

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