The Walk of Utter Shame:
My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...
"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.
"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...
I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.
In anger, in rage, in emotions so dark,
I've carelessly denounced the work of my siblings...
Now I lie, in battered penance,
For only pain can ease the shameful sting...
Never did I think that I would fall,
But pride is arrogant dissonance.
Through penitent pain and suffering,
I have learned the value of reticence.
"Allow me to accept my shame and offer my apologies..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 29th February 2012