Best Martyrs Poems

Their blood was spilled
Your church was built
But to them it never occurred
To deny the Word
Of Truth that set them free
Assuming of Heaven to be.
Even joyful singing was heard
You, their Lord, they preferred
Their church buildings burned
But not one turned
They were spurned
For what they said,
"Jesus is raised...

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Sunset, before dark ... you broke your promise
Forging a Japanese sushi knife ready for attack
Days which is controlled by negative conventional thinking
It does not work to knock on every door when you fall
Fear and suffering, human threat is not necessarily death

When the wind blows, hungry...

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The Blood of Martyrs

 “He stood aloof the ***** youth
What of his future?”
Peter Abrahams

When the guns thunder
In Cameroon or Côte-d’Ivoire
In Mali or Burkina Faso
Limitless martyrs
Disappear!

Beads of blood still pearling
Running from the martyrs’ hot bodies
I vainly ask to know: 
Why are the ill-stricken dictators so greedy
And...

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Fires burning, burning bright.
Not for warmth or even light.                        
Burning flesh seared to the bone. 
Was this the sense of martyrdom?

Mary Tudor...

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Their fiery blossoms swayed against the sky
In breezy weather and Mama and I
played games, describing how
the long, gold-tipped pistils wrote,
on air, sweeping pollen poems.
No eye that saw could help but read.
Their blooms were red against the green,
And in the early morning wet we deemed
We saw...

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One who has died for
his motherland,
Is suppose to live
zestly in Eden land,

For what he did and
finally got,
They are not dead,
alive at best a lot,

And to His
(Almighty) mercy and
beneficence,
Who has bestowed him
with this
magnificence,

And lo, at grave
what he still
yearns,
To go back and fight
again and again to
earn,

A splendid...

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The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs 
Of our noble and bravest men
The sound of testimonial heartaches of nowhere scenes
Guns of distraught
Guns of unaware feelings
Guns of twenty one heroic means
We salute the inevitable tied up courage of our kins

Now the tragedy happened of unprepared...

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War in the street
faces marred by defeat
crying
yet they’re fighting
still kicking and biting

where is the truth
they’re refusing
can’t you see
humanity is losing?

sapphires seeking retribution
today’s victims of persecution

battle for amnesty
road blocked 
by futility
just another excuse 
for senseless brutality

the many
are the few voices allowed
martyrs paving ways
brave and proud
risking their...

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… & the ma-sters
of arro-glance
blew up faces
of in-dignity
slapping the honesty
out of the national-ism
of the fore-found-sters
of this ni-ger-stands!
& we stood still
still! still like the grave
of the masses of hungry-sters
& angry martyrs of my niger …...

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Such an ethereal beauty.
Petite in size but large on life.
One would not expect its duty
is solely for procreation.
Yes, just this one, and nothing more,
certainty is its life’s station.
Swarming thick as oozing slurries,
males hover above clear water.
Intrigued, the young female hurries.

Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish,
lays her...

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I stand under a blank slate,
A wide expanse of nightscape.
The moth circles the light source
The dimming lightbulb flickers once.

I swirl alone in peace.
I prefer to breathe in silence.
I discern a brief distinction
Between destiny and descent

Between satire and dissent.
Between repentance and regret.  
I dig between...

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Martyrs

 Is it too late to show the martyrs LOVE?
 To soak their sadness in bleach awhile?
 Will they never turn back?
 The weight of desperate ideology
 a magnet that pulls a heart
 that lost one too many battles
 For some kind of THRILL
 For...

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English Martyrs

As we were preaching, praying,
sharing Gospel, we were arrested,
tried for treason and executed
for sharing Jesus’ faith and his signs of graces.

We were priests, apostles, prudent men.
We lived in times where it was a crime
to celebrate Eucharist, say the Mass,
to participate in sacraments as if...

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You established the pillars of courage.
Joined the edifices of steadfastness.
You left behind the legacy of true committment.
Left behind the legacy of pious struggle.
You formed the refined way.
The way to the goal; Freedom!
With your each drop of sacred blood,
You framed the path of true Resilience.
With your...

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The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute. 

The Rape of Lebanon

My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled
What they feel for you is lust and not love
You're scented...

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