We were labeled as pagans
Working in mines past the ages
No wage; Simple and plain
Human rights? Disdained them…
Sent to slave labor camps
Passports taken
“entrapt”
But whispers shared
Dared a final snare…
At last the rebellion
Stallions ride.
Swords drawn,
Blood fall.
The streetlights flickered out
Ousted the corrupted snouts.
Too many centuries
Come and past…
At last
The fall of the Ziggurat…
-Nina
GoodnightNina. 