His End

Now a time to remember,
and I remember,
he was called to serve
and perished for truth's sake

The tale is told
of a piece of nickle
locked up in a wooden box
but missing. `Where did it go,
every one asked, service man
must find it, he held
the box.'

But the over sear opened
and closed the box everyday ...
and when it counts to
account for the nickel,
he was let go,
service man was nailed
to the cross.

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Speaker narrates a pathetic experience of an occurrence he deemed unjust, when a worker takes the blame for the wrong doing of a boss with whom he worked faithfully. Dully carrying out order given to him by his boss, he implicated himself without knowing it, by appending his signature inadvertently for the boss thereby incriminating himself. Boss tactfully omitted his signature and was freed. The service man (worker) was punished and he died from mental anguish.