Helena Viep’s Price of This Freedom
While we whisper in our caves
They as lions roar at the gates
We flee to these caves
But their eyes fret not death
They watch in the wild,warriors!forever brave-
Though cities wither to ashes
And once mighty walls are but mouches
and groans of despair yonder
Even when explosions sound like thunder
they will be a lullaby and like babies we shall slumber.
They will roar at these gates
They will pace through the ruthless cold nights
Because they are undisputed giants
They will hunt down foes and wont retire till the last falls.
They are MEN.
No wonder 4 our peace we pray A-MEN.
A Poem Written By: Helena Viep