#martyrs
They had nothing to give
To their motherland
Except their mortal lives
So they gave it cheerfully
Without a second thought
To see her wrinkled smile
These road on which we stand today
Were built upon layers of stone
And skulls of warriors great
This freedom wasn’t free
Of cost. Their debt we must pay.
Each and every day.
Two brothers fought
None won
Both lost
Freedom exacted a dear cost
As the clock struck twelve
On that August day
From heaven the martyrs cried
Their dream
Their struggle
For which they died
Was finally realized
The dawn was breaking
It was history in making
The charkha of time had turned
After so many years
A nation was waking
Up
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:04 PM UTC
Working martyrs of the boulevard un-ring bells
Over bleachers in heaven and box seats in hell
While the simple saints with time to serve
Just hold their hands up on all the curves
My blue Jesus take a look at me
And whisper to me what you see
Bind me up and draw me near
Make me strong enough to hear
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
भारत माँ से आज उसके
कई वीर सपूत बिछड़ गए
नमन है ऐसे वीरों का
जो कुर्बान वतन पर हो गए
न झुकने दिया सर देश का अपने
वो अपना सर कटा गए
भारत माँ की लाज बचा
ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए ,,।
न रुके कभी न झुके कभी
वो तान के सीना चलते हैं
ख़ुद जान की परवाह किये बिना
वतन की रक्षा करते हैं
जिस मिट्टी में जन्म लिया
उस मिट्टी का कर्ज़ चुका गए
भारत माँ की लाज बचा
ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए,,।
घर परिवार को छोड़ कर वो
सीमा पर पहरा देते हैं
देश की रक्षा की ख़ातिर
अपनों से दूर वो रहते हैं
जिस माँ की गोद में पले-बड़े
उस माँ को रोता छोड़ गए
भारत माँ की लाज बचा
ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए,,।
धन्य हैं वो वीर जवां
जो देश पर मिट जाते हैं
कदम बढ़ें दुश्मन के अग़र तो
वो चीर लहु पी जाते हैं
न भूल सकें कुर्बानी उनकी
वो ऐसी छाप लगा गए
भारत माँ की लाज बचा
ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए,,।।
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A salute to the martyrs
Today many of her brave sons
got separated from Mother India
Salutations to such heroes
Who sacrificed their lives
Do not let your head bow down
They chopped off their heads
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
Never stop never bow
They walk the stool
Regardless of my own life
Protect the country
Born in the soil
Pay off that debt
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
Leaving the family
Guard the border
For the defense of the country
Away from loved ones
The mother who grew up in the lap
Left that mother crying
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
Blessed are those brave men
Which disappear on the country
Step forward after the enemy
They drink rip blood
Do not forget their sacrifice
They were printed
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
Valhalla, land of martyrs, where
brave men come to rest their banners.
Hear the glorious call, beckoning,
for a thousand more await you in the hall of gods.
May you step into the light
with your sword at your side--
the blood on your hands speaks of victories untold
by the lives of mortals,
stories that will be sung
by the blades yet to swing and
warriors soon to be bred.
Rise, do not weep;
ascend, brother,
for the gates hewn by time welcome you.
Come forth in armor no more,
and we shall embrace you as the king
you have proven to be.
Worthy in all manner,
purest of heart, strongest of will,
forged from those beastly fires of heaven;
enter, and your reign shall never perish
under the withering storm of eternity.
Enter, and be remembered for yours, the legacy unforgotten.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Glancing again, what happened?
Why did they die?
Have they seen us, the poeple?
For whom they fought bravely
Holding hope, the only weapon
The only inspiration, dragged out
Then go through every aspects
Slavery, prison, torture, death
Or more, living worse than death
You can see how it turned well?
And still ruining the whole respect
Hell, we brought the laws, divided
Race, cast, religion, gender, wealth
Can you think about anything else
Done with it, where they left, we start
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
She said a prayer
to which I was not an answer
and yet I burned
until I burned myself out
like a candle on Shabbat.
And the words of her prayer ceased
and her lips were still
like the surface of the salt sea,
and yet I still burn
like a wound exposed below
the surface.
And the words of her prayer
went unanswered
like the cries of my martyred dead
and yet I still burn
like the silence of a candle remembering them.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
I am female flotsam
Standing still
In the eye of the storm
Seeing signs and warnings
And hearing all the mourning
What will become of
My unborn son?
What will be his fate?
To be filled with spite
And swim in a sea
Of horror and hate,
To become an inhuman bomb
And his reward?
“With one hundred virgins
He will one day wed
In the eternal church”,
Thus say his unholy
Prophets
Sean Hunt
https://vimeo.com/162596231
To be fully appreciated watch the short video
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Heart moved that stands now still;
Don't mourn the new martyrs,
Remember the days when you were they.
Burning flame now drowned in ash;
Try not to weep at the war drums,
Keep quiet your dirges, and let them burn.
Forgotten child of the revolution;
They know not your suffering yet,
Hide the torn flag in the corner and sing along.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
Scarred from beating and flogging
Left for dead by the tyranny of an Emperor
But gifted life by the love of the King
In unmarked graves like poor peasant slaves
These people of God left only a forgotten story of heroism
They suffered for the cause of the Savior
Losing eyes and limbs for a cause greater than themselves
Persecution at the highest stakes
Death here on earth to attain love after
Martyred for all that is good and that is Holy
These saints, the ancient followers of the Messiah
Went unto their death for the sake of the Church
They were nailed to trees, burned while yet still breathing
They were eaten by wild animals, skinned alive
And still yet, the Church marched forward into Persecution
It was high time that the Church begun mourning
That the people of God began to cry out to God
Begging for His mercy, crying for justice
Requesting intercession from the great pain of their brothers and sisters
Praying the prayer of the Church; ‘Come Lord Jesus’
The citizens of this tyrannical empire became saints of Jesus Christ
Rome became the center of the Church of Christ
The people of God looking unto the Holy Father of Rome
To find good teaching of the Word of the Lord
Misled though they had become, the center of the Church on Earth lies in Rome
For two millennia saints of the Lord Christ have been martyred
By those who claim names other than the Lord
And by those who claim even the name of Christ
But the days of suffering have yet to end
And they will not end until we see the very face of God
For even on the very day of the feast of the Resurrection of our Lord
Twenty-one men, saints who had proclaimed the name of Christ
Served their purpose to give light and life to a darkened world
Even unto their deaths and the days and years following
For they saw the face of the risen Lord, Jesus Christ
We see on foreign shores our brothers in chains
Suffering for the cause of the Savior
For His Bride, the Church of Jesus Christ
We can see the suffering saints in chains and behind bars
And we can see them dying without food or water
We watched as our brothers bound by chains knelt on a seashore
Kneeling before the Lord Jesus Christ in faith and obedience to Him
But standing behind them the very hands of Satan
Attempting to dismember the Body of Jesus Christ
Oh what a pitiful, futile effort to dethrone our Risen Lord
The saints had their throats slit and heads removed from their very bodies
Their earthly lives ended for their faith in our Lord
What an absurd attempt to defeat the risen Christ
These hands of Satan vow to dismember the Church of Christ
But they will not be victorious over our Risen Lord
The lifeless bodies of these saints lay upon the sand of the shore and their souls lifted up
As if taking the heads of the saints of Christ brings upon more darkness
Only giving more truth and more life and light to darkened dying world
They may take the heads from individual saints
But they will never take the Head of the Body Of Jesus Christ
These murdered and martyred saints of Jesus Christ
Their blood pouring into the sea turning the ocean to blood
South of Rome, the city these hands of Satan vow to overthrow
The center of the Church on earth against whom they wage war
But attempt to overthrow our Lord, and you will be defeated
Is now not the time to lament?
Is now not the time for the Body of Christ to rise
And with one voice cry out to the heavens; ‘Come Lord Jesus!’
For now, just as all days past and to come,
The people of earth need the Savior
Perhaps the time has once again come to mourn
Perhaps the time has come for the Body of Christ to once again lament
To the east and the west, we hear terrible cries of terror
To the north and the south, we can see tears of despair
For once again, it has become ever-so obvious of our need of the Savior
Come Lord Jesus!
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
When muskets shattered bones within the chest,
an era slipped from time; new shadows born
where history cast its cape on Budapest.
Their fate entombed in honour; doom the guest.
No haven in their valour, loudly worn,
when muskets shattered bones within the chest.
The sabre steel lies dormant in its quest,
its master slain in scarlet fields of corn,
where history cast its cape on Budapest.
One leader freed; damnation for the rest.
Thirteen there stood; thirteen then shot at dawn,
when muskets shattered bones within the chest.
These Arad martyrs, ever standing lest
long centuries erode the passion borne
where history cast its cape on Budapest.
Glasses do not kiss, by grief’s request.
Laid quietly the ghosts that gently mourn
where muskets shattered bones within the chest
when history cast its cape on Budapest.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Lucinta slams fist against her breast
Cerberus three-headed dog howls
In unison screams, either side of dream
“Take his body from this place!”
Christians march sewers of Rome
Mauritanian archer recognizes his face
Sebastian’s body is resumed
And buried at the feet
Of Peter and Paul, ground so hallowed
Irene and maidens weep
Her herbs, tincture not swallowed
This time it is for keeps
Diocles murdered twice
This Patron Saint of Athletes
Piercing arrows, which were undone
By Irene’s tender grace, now replaced
With blows of clubs by Emperor
Of a Rome which begins to waste
He saw it coming, plague of plagues
And knew the Christ was Risen
He ****** all from Milan to Gaul
And Christians were so imprisoned
And each convinced another man
Of this immaculate and pristine vision
So on it goes unto this day
Athletes wear insignia on silver medal
And delivery to us a new plague
While good veiled Italian women do peddle
The famous artists nouvelle vague
Will this martyrdom ever not settle?
Sebastian as Sadomasochist
Will you hear devotee’s prayer?
Or must I continue to pierce myself
With points from here to there?
End thine madness thyself
And show this world your care
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
If you Forget your martyrs,
You may just forget your soul,
If you Forget your Soul,
Might your Heart not beat,
As, Their hearts beat in us.
By: Nida Mahmoed
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
They broke his bones in a bathroom stall
with pipes and left cigarette burns
on his eyelids and I
washed my hands, cleaned the blood
off of my shoes and shrugged.
Some days is all you can do to throw
your body on a cursing poor *******
but most days you seem like you know
humanity is going to eat itself alive
so you just close the door and stay
in bed for a few more hours.
They say his lies have gone too far
and they know they don't know
whether he's gunning to give up
or run away and try again somewhere
where freaks on the inside stick
out like circus sideshows.
Home is not where we belong.
Christ got nailed to a cross
and I stared and said, "So what?"
that day and every day since
I've been cursed to give zero *****
I tried and it almost killed me too,
if you know whats good for you
keep to your own.
This world isn't made of flesh,
it's made of dirt and fire,
you'd do good
to keep that in mind.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Those great men sacrificed their blood together with Their souls for their homeland ... They are the greatest people on earth Simply because they gave their blood with Their souls to the land they loved in truth ... They are called martyrs and That name suits their situation ... Their blood will not go in vain Simply because heaven will be their wonderful house ... On earth their sacrifices will not be forgotten Simply because we will be loving them for ever and ever ... ______________________________________________________________
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
We are the guilty, who didn't act.
Those who sat and didn't fight.
Those who hid or followed orders.
We let our parents die.
We, who inherited the revolution,
Silent children, veiled in shadows
Lying in our graves, ready for our shot.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
Country's condition that time being
egregious
Same time nation got some pearls
precious
Those elite, scholars and interpids
Being tyro of revolution done great
deeds
Those martinets, enthusiatics and
knighters
Fought till last breath of being mother land
fighters
Having high characters had the power
to placate
Gathering all brought strength to open
victory gate
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC