The crowd cheered on,
The beheader went up.
The hero lay helpless,
His emotions erupt

The blade was raised,
Then the razor went down.

The crowd was hushed;
They made not a sound.

His neck was severed;
The hero behead.

Who was this man?
Why had he bled?

Why did he die
For the rebellion he led?
The blade now bloodied,
The thrill now dead . . .

The hero was now made,
His name for eternity said