Listen my teachers and friends Everybody knows every single trends
But I am the one who pleads
To remember the heroes deeds.
Forget their dreams and lives
To hold shield and knives
Just to save the forsaken slaves
Who cries inside the dark caves.
A thousand heroes and soldiers
Fought with falling tears
To end the dark years
Of their beloved countries
The freedom we have, is the fruit
Of their bloody fight
To serve every bodies right
And to see heavens light.
This poem is not enough Nor a clap
To tell my feelings
So thank you my dear heroes.
Ps: I actually wrote this for my friend who ask for my help to wrote an entry for her assignment
YOU ARE READING
Colors of pain
PoetryPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell
