Martyred

Dedicated and in memory of all martyrs.

 

 

The caged bird sings.

But I never did.

I never realized how lucky I was.

My brothers and sister are dying far away.

And I can’t even be bothered to pray.

I’ve forgotten my freedom.

Overlooked it time and time again.

I was never persecuted for believing in Him.

My brothers and sisters are martyred today.

Would I be able to do the same?

 

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

Honestly, and without a doubt, the best two line opening I've seen since joining the site. A very touching poem, Angel, great work!

[Angel Alli]

Thank you so much! It's hard to value freedom, when you don't know what it's like to live without it. For that I am very blessed