Flame of Life Dimmed
he sits in his well worn ragged shirt
head resting against the wire fence that surrounds him
dreaming of times when life was good.
when food was plentiful and clean warm clothes to wear,
when being free was the most important thing.
after many years of restriction, a rebellion began
he was a leader had fire in his belly
a heart full of hope. to what avail
they were so few in numbers
yet they were driven by longing and right
the corruption of their government was sacrilege.
after a long brave fight, he was captured
violently tortured, was to be executed in a few days,
his loyal band of followers already had met their fate.
so he sat and remembered, from his childhood,
his one love, his family, his dreams, his longing
his rekindled flame of hope, kept him warm that night,
his last one, his work was done, the flame of life dimmed.
penned 22 March 2016
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