Burning times


rhod v. nuncio

 

Quicksand of sorrows stab me slow

When nights of discontent send no respect

Soldiers of crescent moon wash bloods

Of the deepest pain waged in wars and guilt

 

Imperial snows on brown skinned earth

Othering the subaltern of dried leaves,

Colored dress, hidden faces of pale blue eyes

Bloom amidst sweats of great labor of madness

 

Arrows of strong army invading royal soil

Where ancestors’ soul rage in stones underneath

Vulcan’s mouth spewing hot tempered heads

Masters and slaves fight to the last silence of breath

 

Free us from the vicious time of forgetfulness

When power corrupts spaces of pristine heritage

When will the war and sufferings end?

In the land of my people all dying to make amends.

 

Burning times

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