Untitled Poem

When heroes die, there is victory. When victory unfolds, there is mystery. When poets wrote there is a phrase. Phrases of praises showered the greedy partakers. Why should I honor the unworthy selfish beneficiaries? Therefore, this poem is untitled, as I have decided.

 

                           1
I met a faceless fear in the darkness
A handshake with inexpressible courage
I dance with the shadow of feisty warrior
Forlorn, deserted and broken ambition

                                     2

I

travelled alone in a moonless dream
Walk through dry rivers of ghostly eerie
Passing empty tavern on historic elm
A stargazer I am with no name

                 3

Half the world I saw with white shades
Half of it red with blood sheet
Unrecognized heroes buried in tears


/> Shattered warriors inside burrows of death

                               4

The trumpets gone in one blow
The skies turn gray the morning after
Gunfire makes the thunder shied
Glittered with shrapnel on hapless daylight

                5

When heroes die, there is victory
Where victory lies with mystery
Phrases of praises for greedy partakers
Why should I honor unworthy beneficiaries?

 

lovinglyoursjuny
6-10-2012 1:29am Sunday 


 



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