Drums Of Liberation Poem by rumiz yoshikage

Screams and wails, through and through,
Beacons of hope were never true.
Tragedies seen, no less than the rest,
Tears of agony drizzling at their best.

The hands of tyranny showed their claws,
Lives at stake — yet never paused.
Drifting on waves, lost in dismay,
Thinking not of tomorrow, only today.

Anarchy laughing — there is no more justice,
Yet the unyielding spirit persists.
Still keeping them awake through pain,
Their courage echoing in refrain.

Heroic feelings still remain,
Reflected in the cold night's chain.
Even if life is slowly setting,
We will live our own splendor — unforgetting.