A poem for WhiteBreard.

And thank you all for reviewing my other poems. I is happy :)

He Will Not Fall

The whole world can see.

Millions of wounds scattered on his body.

He will not fall.

Half of his head blown way.

He will never have another day.

He will not fall.

He left his sons with pride and honor.

He is a dead man that refuses to fall on this bloody dried up dirt.

Everyone has lost their mind and heart.

No matter how hard you call,

He will not fall.

He is gone and will never be seen,

In this scorching yastreen.

He will not fall.

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