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Monday, March 2, 2015

FRUITS OF REVOLUTION

     FRUITS OF REVOLUTION

Locusts invade from the west,
Peasant gets no rest.
Ravaging all at sight
How valianty they fight.
Like two unequals,
Spiritedly they face the  monolith.

Reinforcing and charging without end,
A savior round the bend.
Red was the earth in blood,
Full was the river in flood.
Milling millions in expulsion,
Rushing for protection.

It was a hefty job
To control the tears of innocent mobs,
Sad sight in bony girdle.
Housed at camps in fields
From he locusts a shield.

Fear and misery everywhere,
All their words given care.
In  terror and fright they flee,
Corpses and epidemic all we see.
Fapping of wings do we hear,
Few stood to hold their fear.

Fire kindled for all united, 
An unseen hand saw them guided.
A country in shamble
Paid to gamble.
Felling all at sight,
Was a sorry plight.

Smile from their face was washed
When their dreams were dashed.
Beyond repair-The prestige was broken
Few played as puppets
Some before muskets.

Over the ocean smiled the eagle,
Across the land blew the bugle.
To the depths went the eagle
Though they charged in a single.
In a trice all set right,
Birth of a nation was at sight.

Up in the fore as expected,
All ever it was respected.
Torturing and poisoned
Roughly they were questioned.
Freed of their masters in kingdom,
Forward they marched in freedom.

Through the streets - saviour ply,
High in the sky honor fly.
Low in the bed martyrs lay,
To the nation did they pay.
Above the beams of ray,
All held at bay.

A new page in annuls written,
Inspiration in others brighten.
Among brave found no punks,
Many locusts found in bunks.
Rounded and put in a well,
To return at the sound of the bell.

Harvesting the fruit they got,
Toil under the sun so hot.
Disbursed of worldly pleasures
Settling to rightful measures.
Accomplished their cherished dream,
Bound firmly by the contours of the realm.










 



















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