THE WORDS
MARTYRED
The words martyred by the pen
Die instantly, touching the paper
Screaming;"You sacrificed us for yourself'
For shame, is vanity is more important?"
How dare you took us from the roots of soul
Splashing on cold whiteness of the paper
Not leaving in the thoughts , unknown to the world
So people play with us, interpreting their own
Laying before the eyes, written with a blood
Hope you did not sell your soul to the devil for such deed
Glance at the pages, we are your children
Died to resurrect for the posterity the years later
So dear poet contemplate the consequences
Before we drip from ink, visualize result
Write with gusto or don't write at all if for recreation sake
by Margaret Gudkov
The words martyred by the pen
Die instantly, touching the paper
Screaming;"You sacrificed us for yourself'
For shame, is vanity is more important?"
How dare you took us from the roots of soul
Splashing on cold whiteness of the paper
Not leaving in the thoughts , unknown to the world
So people play with us, interpreting their own
Laying before the eyes, written with a blood
Hope you did not sell your soul to the devil for such deed
Glance at the pages, we are your children
Died to resurrect for the posterity the years later
So dear poet contemplate the consequences
Before we drip from ink, visualize result
Write with gusto or don't write at all if for recreation sake
by Margaret Gudkov
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