As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds.
Repression, red from irritation,
Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of
Armament, in cowardice, accomplice of the
Dictatorial blight through countless years
Wreaked its retribution…
Yet hope began to bloom a colored carapace
Enshrining their allegiance against the
Terror in their tears.
And on! Splits yawned…breaches in the stratocracy,
Flesh fought fanatical minds -
Bullets welcomed into open hands
And blessed with yearnings for morality.
Chiseled man-toys of death and mutilation
Couldn't repel the might of freedom
Surging at the bright horizon.
Crepuscular rays of purpose, body,
Flooded pandemonium with
Overwhelming clarity, direction,
Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the
Light channeled out a vision,
Intensifying focus on tomorrow…
Deepen their stride
As they home in to
What is theirs,
Rightfully theirs…!
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