I rise from the ashes,
And accept your challenge
Duel of Just and Unjust
Meeting your might with my ashen fists,
My ashen body, my scattered mind
I shout 'Victory comes to the Just'
Nature smiles her twisted smile
Tempest blows in on a cloudless sky
Blows away everything in its path
And, turns me again -
To dust
I lost, justice lost
But, no regrets
We fought,
We the rag-tag toy soldiers
Had the courage to fight the mighty
We didn't bow out, we didn't run
We stood our ground, we writhed in pain
When the bullets sprayed -
We Lost
The epitaph reads
'There lies the dusty remains of a fool
Who thought he could win against the mighty
For a cause, he believed, was JUST
Take a lesson young minds
Don't dare show your defiance -
Your dreams will be lost'
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
It bit like--don't cast your pearls before swine.
Apologies for being a bit slow. Did you find the poem unsuitable or offensive? Please forgive my stupid question. Thanks
Not at all. My mind revolves around scriptures and the last few lines reminded me of that one.
I suppose my conclusion was that there's no use in fighting.
Which may have been right of target, so please forgive me.
I am a bit peculiar.
Thank you so much 🙏
Hi Tony, I didn't find any text in your comments. It would be nice if you could share with me what you thought, please. Thank you
I thought it was a great write, really enjoyed reading it
Thank you so much. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and convey your thoughts
You're welcome
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