Poetry n space

We speak with a voice as the ocean waves We sang the anthem with a hope  for a greater change, We held  unto our flag as a suckling, We mouthed the "Kabash" for our Resolution, We died for the Revolution, Aluta continua were the rhymes from our  bleeding gums, Our white flag becomes a ooze of blood-drips but still the grave counts our numbers on daily basis, The bullets rips our soul with a shout of victory peaceful protest was all we did This war is not yet over Until we say it is. Tolathapoet