They shook him and said its time

They hit him and made him stand

His eyes were hollowed and watery

His face was sad and sullen

They made him walk without any help

They made him stand when he fell

His mouth grimaced a little and sank

His legs gave out when he ran

They caught and hit him again

They broke a bone and kept on going

His spirit was finally broken

His soul wanted nothing but redemption

They handed him a plate in disgust

They made laughing noises in unison

His fate was decided when they caught him

His fault was blamed on Origin.

Disclaimer : I have written this as someone who condemned the atrocities put forth by a certain country and its dictator against a whole religion and its people.