Martyrs eternal flame!


Lock me in a fridge

I will not get cold;
suffer a fatal odd
From blood clot,
It would not be told .
If I hold on to you – eternal flame
Death will not triumph and claim.

Throw me into a glowing fire
I will not burn and expire
I will recover
Sooner than later
My tissues rewired
And in a fine way attired
If I have you as my home to retire.

Cut my tongue
I will talk,
Amputate my legs
I will still walk
And rock,

Away if you take
By the scruff of the neck
Those who wish me look
Fumbled and Broke.

Immured in a dungeon,
Shackled to the walls
Oxymoron that may befall,
I will grow tall

In defiance I will rot not.
Nor will I succumb
But survive the plot.

In bondage
I will summon courage,
Free at last I will then become
If only see you me come
In a prison camp.

Push me off the cliff
I will not fall,
But like a leaf
I will remain afloat
If only I could get your support
Eternal flame you brought.

Temesgn Kebede

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