'Bartholomew'

The Saints are being made.

Bartholomew..you were flayed to death
Limb from limb, skinned alive!
'Christ be King', was your last breath
The martyrs of yesterday and today are the same
Not in vain..in Love..they die in pain,
Screaming, 'Love is worth dying for'!
To the ones who held their fate..
As you held their tears,
Was the witness as beautiful as the lie?
You knew the Truth...as they cry...

They die for both you and I! 

Reviews

[nfyd]

Really good flow! I write a lot of poetry which rhymes and I know it can be difficult to get a good flow. Certain words have to match up and the context needs to be coherent as well. You did such with not only ease, but with great power in the words themselves. So I really do believe you absolutely nailed the flow context of this poem. Good read!

[brian]

Thank you very much. Your kind review means a lot to me..as I have a lot of respect for you and your poetry, as well!