The conflagration rises up to kiss the sky
so dreaded of losing it's very existence
for the vicious rise has no perchance to evade
for an engulfing climax it reaches to.
No ceasing, no respite, no mercy
sky suffers the plight and succumb it's likely to,
No letting of, no holding back
grudges for ages poured as molten lava, and burning ash,
Acrimony and wails desperate for salvation
long oppressed under fiery regime longing for liberation
done oppressed, suppressed, subjugated and silent
the movement to emancipation, struggle for identity
revolt against tyranny, transition to national revenance
all unfolding at once.
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