"A fight for my CULTURE"
Known by history for its wretched despair
Broken ankles link by link hauled to a grave
A life most ignominious that one would never want to be spare
And God forbid for what atrocious act awaits if accused to misbehave
Bodies worn feeble by the crackling of slashes
A silent pain that struck with each finger to thorn
Consumed many fruitful spirits and left horrid gashes
Yet, there once was a period to never mourn
A home to tranquil and faithful souls
Who honored earth's hidden treasures and lustrous gold
Life lived not in constant fear of digging vast holes
A strength no thick branch could ever fold
Radiant hope that with time continuous to gleam and glow
A part not acknowledged to history but, a salient scar to show