Make way to massacre
Those pilgrims steps became
Such muddied glory
Tales of many woes
Their unified story
Make those younger
Embittered by greed
Love lust of bloodied and bruised
Make way to massacre
The origins of a new world
Hidden are the true
Broken are the brave
Pilgrims lust of bloodied slaves
Make way for falsehoods
Many braves ahead they stood
Myths and legends history told
Pilgrims voyage where lies unfold
Bitter are their tounges
Spite are their words
When light of truths
Comes round
A pilgrims falsehoods will be heard
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'Broken are the brave
Pilgrims lust of bloodied slaves
Make way for falsehoods
Many braves ahead they stood
Myths and legends history told
Pilgrims voyage where lies unfold'..
so much depth, and penned with effortless weaved fluidity
really well written, thanks for sharing
Thank you for your kind words. This poem did indeed come effortlessly, I write as I feel, like a story already written in my head and It has to come out with waves of emotion, ripples of time are fluid I would imagine. We have to be at ease with our poems if not readers will not feel as I. Thank you
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