Heads Held High Poem by Hasan Haskovic

Heads Held High

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The whips of slavers are the supposed directive
To correct all the errors in one man's perspective
We are what we fear
Freedom and peace are not the world's intent
Instead it leans to self destruction
To verify their money invested in disaster was well spent

Stack the bodies high in the name of the war we had won
And as soon one calamity ended, another had already begun
For the sake of victory
Man's will will never be free
And so it goes on

Personally I don't think I ask for much
Just to be a free man
And to be treated as such
My oath lies in no constitution
Nor will I kill in the name of revolution
It takes time for the dam to leak
But once it starts to break
The storm crashes upon the weak

From the pyramids of Egypt to the rise of Sparta
Through the Colosseum of Rome to Magna Carta
The lowly have suffered the most
Give away your life to toil and battle
So that your lord may boast

All the glory of the world's ruling regimes
Is as thin as paper
Split at it's seams
But for the masses that are trampled under foot
For the heroes that should have risen but never would
There are no good dreams

But she is my refuge
And I have grown better by her side
I might be stubborn and unruly
But it got through my pride
And over my head

It matters not where you find absolution
Neither does it determine who or what you are
As long as the cancer of oppression has a solution
Be it love, music, or alcohol

The reasons for salvation are thorough and exact
And the ideals of man are still held high
It is not until the last day that we will react
Stop compelling the notion and break the because to the why

Without any reasons, thousands will die
Later etched into memorials where mothers are to weep and cry
Where is the answer, I am not sure
But if this is what we must endure
So be it;
On the day the Earth is leveled to the ground
We will weep and we will fumble
But there will be no media to cover up the sound

It is an experience that makes us most humble
When we see all our toil fail and crumble
The solution is not in what we have
But what resides within our shells
Embrace the answers
So that we must no longer mourn at the tolling of the bells

Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wars
Akhtar Jawad 03 February 2015

An amazing and thoughtful poem, my heart, my soul and my conscience select it as poem of the day..............10

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Hasan Haskovic

Hasan Haskovic

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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