The Blood of Slain Martyrs
Upon departure of the founding fathers and their ardor
Their sons, harboring a love for the carnal self,
Hastily waste the blood of slain martyrs
Defiling duty, tossing time-honored traditions to become salt of the sea
Only to reap abandonment, falling from precious prophetic peaks
Into the valley of calamity
Where friends are few, but many are their enemies
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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