Martyr                                                          
    

You tore my heart like the curtains of the temple on a peaceful noon

And behold darkness fell upon the soul as the sun dimmed instantly

The sky fell from above and the world turned upside down

A lion or cat?

None could differentiate

For from your arms to dust a star had fallen

The betrayal of the one true to the religion of your heart

Evil had triumphed over good

I died a martyr from the one I searched my soul in

My name should have been engraved on your soul on creation

or tattooed on your skin for all to know

and canonised like the Ugandan martyrs

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