On a cool Friday night;
A historical tale of fright;
My name is Hakim Bright;
This was all I saw;
A deadly trail;
To chop up my head without fail;
From a chink, I saw their disgruntleness and bloody countenance as they swiftly sail;
In multitudes, so abducting me would not be an easy grail;
My exhausted skin so pale;
Had a voice so frail;
A restless body going through great travail;
The cloudy sky turned into crimson red;
If I'm caught then woe it is to my future ahead;
My lofty hopes and ambition lie half dead;
My life is entangled with a weak nylon thread;
A situation that is so dread;
I saw death face to face as it went closer to my head;
Rounded up by multitudes, as they...