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?......
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