REMEMBERING AN APOSTATE

I didn't think twice about writing this

Coz he was a man , human to the core.

Call it an epinicion - a term of bliss

Yet for him it makes a difference no more.

He was born among the clergy of town

Yet made his way to the slums around,

So, then they tried to put him down

He tore himself as if never bound !

Trying ways to satiate greed , they

sought to rebuke . His fath too good

to move, they dicovered in dismay.

( Didn't let it win over their mood.)

No gains ; they pronounced him an apostate.

His speech too plain for a revolutionary,

His notions meant nothing but chaste

And yet it was called treachery.

Thousands took to his blae shade as

they clamored he was against the Church.

And so was proclaimed to men en masse

that he'd be guillotined under the birch!

The splash of scarlet none had seen

for some reason I cannot explain ,

I know that scared, he had never been,

And by God, he never did complain.

Men thronged on streets, his ideas reigned

their hearts and hands. "Dethrone,"

echoed far and wide. Men who feigned

power for years, in seconds were outshone..

None had with him his photograph,

Because for glory, he hardly cared.

And now I must quote his epitaph

" To be a human you must have flair ! "

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Heylooz ppl!!

this is ma new poem.!! ahem! ;)

this was written like two years back...n suddenly i wanted to publish it! :)

so....here it is!

i wudn't call it a "historical poem"...but well..it certanily was inspired by history....now ,that doesn't make sense!..and ..umm..i can't explain it any better..!!! :p

I hope u guys like it..coz i do!! :) :)

and if u do, then don't forget to VOTE!!! and comment too....i LOVE ur suggestions!!

Luv,

Shivzzz <3 <3 <3