THE OUTCRY ECHOES By IMMANUELA PRECIOUS


Grains withered,
When 'twas winter,
Field in an ugly pasture,
Stood in a stale posture,

People were struck with mighty power,
That could sink a tower,
Hearts full of weeping blood,
And makes the abode looks blurred,

Impatient trampled them down,
And tattered their faulty gown,
They roar to the priest like a bear,
And lamented unto him as a beer,

Their outcry echoes annihilated the temple,
And makes the cathedral trembled,
Eagerness trapped those who anxiety pierced,
And got them into a flame of fierce.

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