The Eternal Victim #poem & #painting by Nikos Laios

The warrior looked
Down at this fellow as
He lay coiled in the corner,
Clutching his back,
Bedraggled and ragged,
A husk of a man in his
Middle age who had
Capitulated from life,
Moaning and groaning
Like a little bitch,
Racked with pain,
The eternal victim,
A postmodern man,
Weak and soft;
And the warrior’s mouth
Was filled with disgust
At how low men have sunk
In this new age and how
Alone he was,
The last of a
Warrior breed.

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With a digital painting from Nikos Laios

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