Prose

Martyrdom

Here lies her coffin smiling,
Because her eyes are fixed

To Natural Laws
For she knows the prize for love
But they slew her

Injustice leads astray
Into the dark wilds

Where evil spirits sing graveyard songs
And Political Summit music plays on
Laws to putrefy

And they swiftly walk away
With horrible-tiger-like-look

While we torrent to grave path
And tiger prowls, longs and kills faster
With glee

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