The blood washed sunrise
Beads upon my head
Soaked in the offerings
Of brazen passersby

Through the palm’s early sway
The rays hail
Somberly

Its mournful toll
For the gallant young
So hastily
Carelessly bartered

The weight of sunlight
Overtakes me
Pinning my thoughts
Into faithful servitude

For the valiant tussle
In the coils of strife
From the shrill cries of night
To day’s of fuming mire