Syed Anas Hussaini
Blood And Roses.
'In the aftermath there will be no blood.
I fear the quite death will take me in a hud.
Lying on the ground above the ashes that left.
With the hated love they hate us, more they shut.
Seeing the home seethe to the breathing fire.
After all those true confession they named us liar.
Death quarrel to mitigate the highborn.
And the fire rose to pennicals to burn all the corns.
I saw all the cities seethe till comes the dawn.