Nothing To Loose

 A three - man dictatorship ruled the land.

Each with a death list held in their hand.

Though hundreds of enemies stood in their way.

Only two mattered most, being their reason to stay.


With nothing to loose.

An army they chose.

For freedom and victory, they united and rose.

Bounded by grief.

Together as friends.

Two stood up as one.

To the bitter end.


A rainbow of colours saw the plains in the eve.

While armies of men, waited silent and peeved.

"Who's there... what are you"? I wondered aloud.

The ghost of the one.

You killed in the crowd.


Conversing time had come and gone.

No more to see the crack of dawn.

Farewell for now.

Dear friend of mine.

We will meet again.

One day in time.



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