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.