He was bare. Clad
in nothing
but searing sun and blood
and sweat he shed searching
for freedom. For God.
His hands came down hard
on the land,
boiling with rage, overflowing
with red seeping
to color the soil
he raped. For freedom and God.
Because they had nothing left
to take after his wife, his children, His
Soul surrounding him,
teasing, like
the black waters he stood in,
But he saw white, always white, only
Light. It was at the end,
of the tunnel, end of the life he spent
searching for diamonds, for freedom.
For God. |
Submission Name: Zion in Diamonds
