Saint in Prison: A Poetry
(Edited)
A Saint in prison,
Fighting on his own,
Living the life
Of unliving
Serving no one
But the self
Within.
Ye tell me,
The undead eyes
Blink...
For want of freedom
From the endless
Chaos.
Strange is
Human fate...
Many live,
Some die.
Fighting for justice,
Is no business,
Of losers.
You either
Live
Or
Die.
Fusion
Edhel en dulf,
Dagor vi er,
Cuio sui ú-bedin,
Sevin nedhûn
An i nîn na thôr.
Úl thia,
Henúin gûr
Glîn...
An aníron lain
O ardhon dholl.
Rîf na
Adar ven...
Edain cuia,
A edain gwanna.
Dagor an faer,
Ú-ammen
Chuil.
Cuio,
Na,
Gurth.
End
Subject: A saint fighting for justice & peace imprisoned in prison.
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Very touching. So many die fighting for their beliefs
Even locked up a saint's spirit stays free. The walls, the shackles or the jails can't stop the fight for what's right. Such an attractive subject 👏👏👏