The Rebirth

The Rebirth

Although our bodies lay dead

Still from our wounds flowed our life blood

The seed that shall eventually grow

Keeping our memories alive

For our deaths shall not be in vain

We may not have embraced and practiced

The religious beliefs and system that we inherited

Still we were slaughtered

In the name of religion for our beliefs

Never to be immortalized as martyrs

But out of our spilled blood shall come

Our rebirth

The true believers in religion

And when you have killed

Until your strength is all spent

You shall not prevail

For they shall eventually conquer

Not through intimidation and violence

But through love and persistence

Spreading the very beliefs you fear

Converting your own

By demonstrating the difference in beliefs

Through our death shall be our rebirth

Fighting a battle with an alternative

To violence

Our bodies may be dead

But our memory and blood shall live on

In our rebirth  

© Prince W bradford 2015