Martyr Poem by Daniel McDonagh
Martyr
The fight for freedom is a convicted man’s loss
Be it in a prison bed or crucified to a cross,
The path of one’s soul is rugged and long
As the burden is lamented in story & song.
How ignorance is blind and strewn with lies,
How a man’s freedom became his own sacrifice,
Heaven’s wind became a gale
And carried the legacy of the oppressed in gospel & tale.
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