Images
rescued from
the dust of time
in fields tilled with
shot and shell,
irrigated with blood
shed for earth and hearth,
for cross-stones born
of a furious faith in light,
for mountain peaks
that pierce the clouds
and rise out of sight,
for trees and streams
that hug this land
with a fierce love
of life...
Shot after shot
-- framed with love
and shades of red hot pain
in lurid colors of trampled
flowers and wounds
carved on the living
and the dead --
reveal this clash where
light fights darkness
and bears witness
to freedom
reborn...
Tatul Sonentz
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