On a platform,
I stand- a pin.
Tell me if I'm flawed.
Tell you I won't be.
I have never murdered,
at least not with my hands.
I am morally upright.
Tell me if you see me not.
I have my thoughts in wander,
pierced every chest on crossroads.
Tell me, is it murder?
Tell me, am I good?
Freedom, I live in glee
Everything has no rule
Then freedom enslaved me
Would you say I am cruel?
