The Indirect Barbarian
He's clad in white
Stained with different colours
Drops of green, red, yellow, and brown
On his apron which was once white.
Oh his high head
A white cap is his crown
His bracelets are made of burns
And the rings he wears
Are made of cuts.
The cuts have been made
By the magic wand
During his regime
To become its rightful master.
He may not look it,
But he has
One of the most beautiful hearts of all.
His huge arms
Stretch beyond his reach
To give strangers
A momentary feeling of inexplicable satisfaction
And take them momentarily to paradise.
He is called a barbarian and a murderer
By a few.
For he, encourages the killing
Of the beautiful creatures living amongst us.
The barbarian continues his work
With the same kindness and elegance
Irrespective of the criticism
He receives from the mere few.