Chains marking bruises on wrists.
Black-purple splotches made by iron.
Whips crack, breaking bone,
Leather snaps, bleeding skin.
Hear the call.
Rise up.
Fall down.
Hear the call.
Rise up.
Fall down.
There must be failure
For victory to be born.
Freedom rides on the winds of change.
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Beauty of Nature
PoetryThese poems are based on the idea of transcendentalism. Freedom, nature, humility all play huge roles throughout my poems. The concept of an enormous universe, rising up against oppression, and the beauty of death are all covered in this poetry coll...
