Divine Valour Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Divine Valour



Fear tamed, Vengeance served;
Atrocities on rugged land:
I feed on rage, I bled in pain.

An ant that eats flesh,
A bug who quaffs;
Spider knitting Web.

Filled with clamour,
How hell looks like:
Dead and Stinking, all the time.

Repression: given in inheritance,
Survival in patience,
Resilience in wounds:
unconventional, and unpredictable;
I stand up.

He won't eat, won't sleep:
Chosen modus vivendi,
till armour crushed,
and nemesis crumbled.

Divinity in kindness, and sacrifice:
The Lion of Armageddon,
forging stealth horde,
breaking the midnight dawn;
I'm ready my Lord.

Sunday, May 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: society,spiritual,violence,war,conflict,pain
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