I saw some roses
In the sand
None there was water,
Nor fertile land
Save the blood of men
Lying dead
And the tears of widows
With eyes red
The children dug themselves
In their mother's arms
Who will tell them the stories
In the barn?
The crown has shifted
From head to head
They lie awake,
Restless in bed
Some coins of gold
As reward of success
Fight for the king
Return a headless carcass
The coins of gold
Can only ring
What of the man
Whose voice could sing
They say he fought
For king and wife
No one sees that
He had no choice
Die a traitor or
Die a brave
Death has come
He cannot be saved
Foug
The people said
He is a martyr
Never dead
Lost his life
But up kept his head
Never bowed the visage
Of earth and stone
In heavens he'll have
A golden dome
He lives this day
As the flowers red,
He'll be there till a day,
The calamity is in its way
©BilalKhan
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Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016
PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
