The Plight of The People

For see my never ending..
I see myself here winding..
Endlessly further then time..

Astounded i felt..
The moaning you'd endured..
Pushes you to the ground..
So slowly..

As i picked your wounded self among them all
push and tattered ..I shall
hold the line ..
we are strong to be shaken..

We stand to prove another day
with my beliefs in us.

You.. Sworn.. Sworn on their bloody body
As We lay dying ..
Ripping apart ..
In their arms..
We were dying..

Thrown from ascending We dashed till below
The cold air wipes our faces
As breeze of sweat turns into peeling burns

I burn ..
We burned..
Us burnt..
As we smashed to the ground..
like an asteroid meeting earth
Springing essence of life..
from their demise.

Hope.. was Rebuild...
Better than Yesterday
and You shall be legend.


Dedicated to the Plight of the People from "The Land Below The Wind"

By,
The Author

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