Tribute to Bishop Ramento
a rose petal
touches the ground
bathes with masses’ tears
afloat in the pool of blood
gushing resonance
from the hallow ground
of seven stabbed wounds
a thorn was cut
from its stem, undying
it dances, interweaves
into the multitude
digging deeper
into the murky hearts
of fake thick gold
the prick advances
a very loud rupture
where the turncoats
dumped all together
a red rose petal arises
revitalizing, motivating
the growth, the life
of thousand flowers
marching east to west
meeting north to south
they grow and bloom
never wither for ages
firmed and nurtured
by selfless love
for the masses
touches the ground
bathes with masses’ tears
afloat in the pool of blood
gushing resonance
from the hallow ground
of seven stabbed wounds
a thorn was cut
from its stem, undying
it dances, interweaves
into the multitude
digging deeper
into the murky hearts
of fake thick gold
the prick advances
a very loud rupture
where the turncoats
dumped all together
a red rose petal arises
revitalizing, motivating
the growth, the life
of thousand flowers
marching east to west
meeting north to south
they grow and bloom
never wither for ages
firmed and nurtured
by selfless love
for the masses
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