The Bonds That Break These Vows

Days beaten worn down and crushed, I remember those days the days life was a hell cuts upon our back reminding use of the masters last fit the pain unbearable even by the strongest of men for here i write this poem.. knees bleed the sorrow of young men screams fill the air as a musty fog but yet our hand still hold strong this bond our truth may never leave us blood hit the ground and defeat is upon us yet we stand life grow weary yet we stand and anything but yet another dawn has come bringing the holy words of freedom and equality