life lived on it’s ugliness <br />ugly is our devilish diktats <br />duteous dwelling-is it the birthright <br />noble I am born, with faith…reborn <br /> <br />Cost of freedom cannot be your blood <br />Nor can I shed it to glorify my existence… <br /> <br />Into any blissful land lord can be enslaven <br />Enlightening can be a mere far-cry <br />Dies the peace… <br />Cries the peace… <br />Under the dying sun <br />The bleeding fingers write <br /> <br />Can you buy me a peace <br /> <br />What lurks you to say <br />I love you - nomore <br /> <br />Everyday brightens up with another night <br />And every night I wait… <br /> <br />Mornings of life mourning <br />Singing farewell song <br />cowardly again shall be the birth <br />Dastardly acts dogmatised <br />Life lived on it’s ugliness <br />Noble I am born <br />With faith…reborn<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ugliness-2/
