They tried to bury him in lies
Took his home, tore his family,
broke his mind.
He heard the prison walls condemning.
But truth releases - restoring ruin.
His stubborn fire burns chains.
He fights not for glory nor hate.
But for love of his - and those forgotten.
A shepherd boy with stones.
A giant rises - a country moans.
Bruised, scarred not even steady.
But a shout from the crowds
beyond the towers of the mighty - ignited.
God whispers - stand!
And stand he does.
underneath the cross, of St George.
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Smith Shine Poetry 
This is a powerful and moving piece. The imagery of resilience and quiet courage comes through very strongly. I especially liked the contrast between suffering and the unbreakable spirit that continues to stand. The closing lines carry a deep sense of faith and determination. Thank you for sharing such a passionate and thought-provoking poem.
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Cheer mate. Thanks for reading and commenting š
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