Helena Viep’s Price of This Freedom

While we whisper in our caves 

They as lions roar at the gates 

We flee to these caves 

But their eyes fret not death 

They watch in the wild,warriors!forever brave- 

 

 

Though cities wither to ashes 

And once mighty walls are but mouches 

 

and groans of despair yonder 

Even when explosions sound like thunder 

they will be a lullaby and like babies we shall slumber. 

 

They will roar at these gates 

They will pace through the ruthless cold nights 

Because they are undisputed giants 

 

They will hunt down foes and wont retire till the last falls. 

They are MEN. 

No wonder 4 our peace we pray A-MEN.

 

A Poem Written By: Helena Viep

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