Emelianenko
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HOMEWARD BOUND
Begins this journey without reins,
Ends in capture without aims;
Now lying in the cell awake,
with merriment and smiles all fake:
Freedom is spent, time is up -
Tears have rent my sorrow's cup;
Home is a cage, and cage is steel,
Thus manifest realitys unreal.
Dreams are shattered, hopes are battered,
Yet with new status one is flattered!
The irony of it - detention and all;
Be so small, stand so tall.
Years of tears and days of toil
Are now but fears and tyrant's spoil;
Ordainment has surely come to pass,
But endure alone one must this farce.
Now 'patience is virtue' taught,
And virtue is of iron wrought;
So poetry is in motion set
(perhaps, with appreciation met)
Still the papers do i pen,
Knowing what, but never when -
As dreams begin, and nightmares end -
Im homeward bound to beloved tend.
Moazzam Begg
Begins this journey without reins,
Ends in capture without aims;
Now lying in the cell awake,
with merriment and smiles all fake:
Freedom is spent, time is up -
Tears have rent my sorrow's cup;
Home is a cage, and cage is steel,
Thus manifest realitys unreal.
Dreams are shattered, hopes are battered,
Yet with new status one is flattered!
The irony of it - detention and all;
Be so small, stand so tall.
Years of tears and days of toil
Are now but fears and tyrant's spoil;
Ordainment has surely come to pass,
But endure alone one must this farce.
Now 'patience is virtue' taught,
And virtue is of iron wrought;
So poetry is in motion set
(perhaps, with appreciation met)
Still the papers do i pen,
Knowing what, but never when -
As dreams begin, and nightmares end -
Im homeward bound to beloved tend.
Moazzam Begg