A hundred deaths

With hundred eyes on him
It was a jungle out there
His mind told him
To run from there

He ran he ran
As fast he could
But he found himself
Right where he stood

He closed his eyes
Hoping it would pass
But chill down the spine
Told him there was no chance

He open his mouth to speak
What to say he was at a loss
His throat became so parched
The blood pressure went for a toss

Now why did he take such risk
Why did he volunteer to start
With all these laughing hyenas
Waiting to tear him apart

His palm could sweat
He just now realised
All these vultures waiting
For his imminent demise

Like a man from the grave
He held the mike with a sigh
He wondered instead of
the welcome speech
Could he on this podium
Just Die

(Written by Jibrael Jos
For all those who dared to speak
On a podium before a large audience
And for all those who didn't )