The Last Sonnet
The Last Sonnet
The last Sonnet
Footsteps grow louder and closer
Machetes heard dragging on the floor
Beaten and worn out
We can't find our way out
Tied on a pole, fixed between walls;
Prisoners of war
I'm their commander
They look at me and wonder
At home we left families
With hope and promises to return;
A tear of surrender from a comrade's eye
The last string of hope breaks
Machetes rain, screams rise
We breathe our last, silence falls
©Stumah.
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Kizito
great work brother,, big up kaka
320 wk ago
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Beverlyne
Wonderful
320 wk ago
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Kibe
awesome, keep it up
320 wk ago
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Stacy
Really good!
320 wk ago
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Eric
so nice
320 wk ago
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Steve
Good work, destined for greatness
319 wk ago
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Ryan
Cool make it longer
319 wk ago
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Dean
pain and agony
319 wk ago
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Miriam
Nice piece
319 wk ago
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Xander
wonderful work of art,,, keep it up,
319 wk ago
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Duke
Empty promises Families left hungry back at home Wish I had this style of writing
319 wk ago
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Joy
Good work
319 wk ago
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Puff
Dude,It's me you reffering to in this piece. Touching.
319 wk ago
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Sammy
Nice piece,make it longer
319 wk ago
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Morryn
Nice
319 wk ago
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Anonymus
deep stuff
319 wk ago