MARTYRDOM

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Hands to the chest
Like a crooked scarecrow
In search of liberty.
Cascades of serene hostility
From brick red to cloudy scarlet,
A passion for overflowing crimson.
Stand in awe ye citizens,
Once upon a time like the
fairy-tales
Dying was the ultimate sacrifice.
Singles dying of love,
Couples fighting to love.
What a world of naught.
The martyrs of our kingdom,
Hung on the roses of freedom
With its petals flapping horridly.
Buried in the sands of time,
Cremated with blazing mimes.
They flow to eternity forever
more.
For love, some perished.
Aching for hope, others varnished.
Martyrs of this forsaken world.
written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com
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