Still I Rise Poem by Hanan Muzafar
Still I Rise
Hands becoming hammers,
seethe clay becoming steel,
loath rage in red eyes;
so not a beggar nor torn,
not broken yet.
On pain I feed,
dead sorrow I need;
whip me more,
still I rise.
Can't you hear screams,
voice of grief;
lead of righteous,
Harvest of deeds.
In the eye of storm,
macabre maw path;
Hell the witness of wrath.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,evolution,faith,grief,hope,pain,revenge,sorrow,strength
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4/23/2024 3:22:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
No matter how hot they heat, metal will be hard n strong again. Keep the spirit up