In shadows deep where echoes sing,
Our heritage, a sacred ring,
A tapestry of blood and bone,
No foot shall tread, no heart disown,
For honor's light shall always cling,
In shadows deep where legacies stand tall,
Each thread of history weaves a timeless call.
With pride we guard the roots from which we rise,
No foot shall tread on what the spirit ties.
Heritage, our fortress, never shall we fall.,
The echoes of our ancestors call,
With roots entwined in earth's embrace,
No foot shall tread on our sacred space,
For heritage blooms, unyielding to all,
Stand tall, where roots entwine and spread,
No foot shall mar our sacred ground,
For heritage in hearts resound,
With pride we rise, our voices thread.
About the Creator
Karl Jackson
My name is Karl Jackson and I am a marketing professional. In my free time, I enjoy spending time doing something creative and fulfilling. I particularly enjoy painting and find it to be a great way to de-stress and express myself.
Keep reading
More stories from Karl Jackson and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Nice work. I really enjoyed this article. Keep it up !!!