Graveyard

The guts of heavy winds,

Brought the messages of sin.

Series of six gormless faces,

Dressed in proper black suits,

Stooped down to the ground.

A tomb of heavy furniture;

Black, blocked & stained with offence,

Full of unexposed & unfulfilled desires.

It witnessed a prisoned dead man's flames,

& trampled or, vagabond life of a man,

- A man made of firmed dreams,

-A man burning with his fiercy screams,

-A man schelping his fragmented wishes,

-A man dead sacrificing his choices.

With his eyes -uncanny & unending innocence,

He chose to serve his country's folks,

& bury the foes wandering around.

Little did he know -his burial would have

A proper place underground.

His mass & flesh mutilated ,

With several bullets,

& his eyes closed

-Closed for a new voyage of unending sleep.

Mournful heart of him,

Wretched & wrecked

-In the endless glooms of shattered dreams

May never rest in peace.

The fires the held for a long since,

Would capture thunders for a dreadful storms;

May his burial stay exposed here,

To witness the roar among the mob,

May his soul never rest in peace,

To create the revolution for a justice;

A justice for the thousand souls,

A justice for the million sacrificed dreams,

A justice for snatching a mother's reason to live,

A justice for no other nightmares ,

A justice to lit the lights of residences.

The attendees might pray for the endless peace;where the grey hard ground & buried graves prayed,

For a new flame never to be extinguished.