Echoes

Endless sorrow and great danger Beautiful city filled with blood The redness will end, so will the dispersing blood Right or wrong will be a luxury for the weak Like few waves coursing the calm sea Battling the fear of chaos ladened heart harboured misery, hatred, bitterness Spreading like wild night fires Conflicting emotions littered heart's dreams Confessing concealed pains from its archive awaiting the purgatory that comes therewith neither grace nor resentment Hold aloft the horn of hope blowing till not a grasp of air left unburdening the worries that piled as _Olumo_ calling to the heaven, payment to the collar solace not lost but sold on auction who have been to the other side and back?......