Stains Of Blood Poem by George Samuel

Stains Of Blood



Years our heads bow
In captured caves lying low
Here we believe in freedom
But our heads await a charger
Not good for what we admire
The hope required and acquired
Not threat to haters
More wounded trance poor mourners
Our tears joined with yours we weep
Not to see home land joy peace what we keep
And man live in hell before and after death
After tears replace life who still share this fate
Who scatters men's home who sees blood and smile
Who takes the head of another man off his heels
Who has no fear there's God that knows
That sees and let your temporal evil flows
You have no hope but hell
In all the earth you are a spell
You will never have a second chance

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: crime
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