Removed their feathers, crippled in order to disable them from walking and crawling, and set the bush ablaze
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
1 day ago
𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗦
Beneath the heavens, choked with smoke and woe,
Where hope, like dying embers, doth faintly glow,
The tender young ones wander, bare and slight,
Their innocence enrobed in sorrow’s night.
No lullabies, nor gentle hand to guide,
But echoes of a land where wars abide.
Love, once a flame, now flickers pale and thin,
Drowned by the cold, unyielding chant of sin.
The hearts that beat with warmth and tender care,
Are bartered, sold, and stripped of all that’s fair.
For gold and power, bonds are rent in twain,
And trust, like petals, trodden in disdain.
The envious eye, with venom’s sting imbued,
Spreads shadows where the light once sweetly stood.
It festers deep, a poison most unkind,
Turning kin to foe, corrupting heart and mind.
No kinship spared, no bond held dear or true,
Only the self, adored in greedy view.
The elders, frail, with hands that tremble sore,
Cast off like chaff, their worth esteemed no more.
Their wisdom scorned, their voices hushed to air,
Their spirits crushed, their hearts laid bare.
The weak, the old, once cherished, now forlorn,
Left to face the night, abandoned, torn.
The children, wide of eye, and lost, alone,
Their tender hearts turned cold as ancient stone.
No shelter from the tempest’s cruel embrace,
No guiding star to light their pathless space.
Their laughter stilled, their dreams to ruin hurled,
By deeds of those who’ve lost their place in the world.
The destitute, with hollow, vacant gaze,
Through life’s bleak maze in endless shadow strays.
No bread to break, no hearth to warm their plight,
No refuge from the storm’s unyielding might.
Their cries, like whispers, fade into the gloom,
Unheard amidst the chaos and the doom.
Betrayal’s blade, so sharp, so keen, so cold,
Cuts deep where trust and faith were once enrolled.
For higher seats and thrones of gilded pride,
They trade their souls, their hearts to stone allied.
The weight of gold, the lust for more and more,
Leaves shattered lives at every broken door.
Oh, world of shadows, world of endless pain,
Where love is lost, and hatred doth maintain,
Shall kindness rise, shall hearts at last relent,
To heal the wounds, to mend what’s torn and rent?
Or shall we fall, consumed, undone, destroyed,
By deeds beneath a sun by blood alloyed?
Let not the cries of those forsaken fade,
Be silenced, lost, or in oblivion laid.
For in their eyes, the truth we plainly see.
A plea for peace, a plea to simply be.
#poetry
