Flickering Ember

How did the sea become a crime? How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history? How did the verdure turn into red wrath, breathing fire into burned hearts, leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral? How did the tree become a Fury? Her strands of fire strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts Furious fire and melted iron Lava and blood-red ink Pumping out of the wounded bosom of the earth Bubbling up like the foam of death To carve an unprecedented story; A story of a dying profound pain, reborn In the same womb, at the same moment Growing as rapidly as the pulsating heart of a child in terror Lost in the land of infinite wars. *** My land, a flickering ember Once giving light and warmth; The other, singeing our hearts; Do you choose to be a beacon in the dark, or to blow up in our faces like a blind flame of wrath? Are you destined to turn into ash disarrayed by the wind? *** People might claim that the earth is not for all But the heavens are inevitably for all The living, the dead, the imprisoned Happy, grieving, immersed in prayer, For the heavens are in the hands of God the just Never to be touched by human slaves