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The martyr is a short poem written by me after studying the world war chapter in my history class. This poem illustrates how a war hero encourages our today's generation to take stand aganst our enemies no matter what. He tells them, how he fought valiantly in the war, The details of the war is not given, but it is mostly based on feelings. Enjoy :)

Submitted:Jan 21, 2013    Reads: 29    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Two roads leading to different lives,
One was laden with knives,
The other, bursting with a life.
But I chose the harder one,
Which indeed makes you feel alone.
I know this, because I am the Martyr.
It is better to ring Hell's knell,
Rather than living in a closed well.
Where innocent people are slaves,
Pretending to be a group of naives.
I have witnessed this, because I am the Martyr.
The images of Devil's metal urn,
Etched in the memory as a mental burn.
Penury becomes a part of the burgher's life,
While the invader celebrates with his wife.
I have experienced this, because I am the Martyr.
I cannot bear this torment anymore,
It's time to trample the vermins somemore.
Let us all unite as a battalion,
And fight the creatures like lions.
Join me in the cause, because I am the Martyr.
Alas! The creatures are no more,
All thanks to the courage we bore.
It's time to exit this atrocious maze,
And rejoice in this glory daze.
I say these words, because I am the Martyr.


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