As it lay there bleeding upon its death bed

Breathing it’s last few breaths , was love unsaid

Like a seed watered with hope that it would sprout

As it laid there still not green and ready to rot

All the nurtures unheeded and gestures ignored

Like a stone on a trodden pathway unheard

No wreaths to signify the passing away ,no prayer to be said

Or a tombstone to record the little life it had but undeclared

Or was there still a glimmer of hope as it continued its breath ?

A shimmer in the eye or light before dawn of death

Of a would be  recognition before to heaven to it proceed

To die a martyrs death and make it forever immortal indeed