Behind the stone walls Which we face. Blind with no voice Or food for days. Bound to clash and To fall in disgrace. Bold yet foolish Marching with grace. Band the wagons We wish for home. Bend the tall gates And soon you’ll know. Brand us traitors They bear not ill. Burn the banners And ignite our will. Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam
Art of Cimeries 