Greetings,
It's my first time here — outside BBS Games — and I'm glad to see an English post in this website.
With English being my second language, after Arabic, most of my writings are in English; not perfectly written, but quite decent when it comes from the heart.
This poem is my latest; I would like to share these emotions, and perhaps have some remarks.
For the love of a patriot
Independence feels senseless;
Everything after was nefarious. Glorious,
Is our country, but shrouded in darkness;
We lost sight, but we were not oblivious.
A proud patriot with no copper of his own;
Love and Honor, is his only wealth.
Only stones, while corruption sits on a throne.
Alive, but dispair shattered his health.
A mellifluous tone chanted in his head;
Voiceless sounds, yet eloquent.
Unleashing his courage and erasing his dread.
To injustice, he shall not stay obedient.
The proud man walked like a bart;
With millions of his fellow, he marched.
A new revolution was meant to start,
To cleanse the flag and glory they had smirched.
The patriots roared fearlessly at their foes;
And soon, corruption shall withdraw and depart.
Because very little did they know:
Determination dwells in the patriot's heart.
– Markeloff[/b]
#Markeleuph
