Treasure Island

spiritual seeker

(22-11-55 / Malaysia)

Unbreakable


Put the iron to fire,
make it glowing red to flow,
give it to the rain to rust,
or freeze to the coldest ice,
you can break it!
But the will of a united pure nation,
can endure the longest crippling sanctions,
fight the longest brutal war,
and come out victorious,
to crush it's enemies,
and never be broken!

Submitted: Thursday, October 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 05, 2012

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  • Hans Vr (10/5/2012 9:53:00 PM)

    Goodness always wins.
    On the surface it may seem that wickedness is winning.
    Just below the thin layered surface, the wicked suffer and the good rejoice
    Wow this is a wonderful and thought provoking poem (Report) Reply

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