Jeremiad (Ode ) ' BROKEN RELIC '

Where is the scent of hope,
how can we still cope?,
how shall we've faith still,
when our loved ones are killed by cold steel?

Can't the holiness be stained by blood?,
Shouldn't we be saved by our God?,
Can't the faith be tinted by our tears?
Shouldn't our cry reach our Maker's ears?

Truly our relics are abandoned and broken,
when our joy and happiness was stolen,
Where're the relics we prayed with?
Why do we all sleep deep in six feet?

We ve prayed
but if we shall die then let's die!,
If we to be killed then let our blood fill the sky!
Haven't we showed bravery and faith?
Haven't we prayed with the relics of saint?

 A long awaiting hope left in desolation,
an helpless child grows in painful domination,
where is peace we were once promised?
Did we go wrong,what have we missed?

Oh relics,relics, should we remain in Faith?
Oh broken relics decides our fate !
Oh relics please be our shield and gate !
Oh relics save us from pain so great !

Written by King Frost
29 July 2019
3:00AM

The poet personae complains over the blindness of holiness in his ambience,he uses the word ,' Relics ' alongside speaking to peace to save the thorns of faith in him and his sides.