You can smell blood in the air
See billowing smokes of gunfire
Feel the fettered men that died there
From hunger disease and hard labor!
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It is over the battered flesh and bones of slaves, often ravishing monuments are built, anytime, everywhere! Think of the pyramids of Egypt, the Taj Mahal... the great wall of China...... They all have heart rending stories of forcibly surrendered souls to tell! A great write!
A very poignant poem of bygone days of British era when Indian prisoners were subjected to inhuman sufferings and history is witness to, on such pillars of misfortunes gorgeous monuments have been built......very well composed...... Pradipjee.......thanks for sharing