Like Fresh Tendrils
What remains of the life we knew?
Once red and ripe, now begrudgingly bruised
Dense clouds of carnage merge with musky mildew
As embers infuse the desolate, scorched sky
A glimmering white flag dances and captivates my eyes
While my empty ears are exhausted by the drab drone of combatants’ cries
Old-world remnants, soft and serene
Nowhere to be found in this ghastly scene
We are shells of who we were, blighted and blind
Mercilessly maligned, the only truth we find
A jagged pill that we can’t swallow
Our fathers have fallen, and we have no one to follow
Youthful exuberance, starting to falter
Rejecting, false hope, failing, wailing, curtailing
Blasphemously blackmailing one another
Brothers, bonded by blood, betraying each other
Former bonds and allegiances flung into the gutter
Shuddering, a dynasty starting to shutter
Tracing the trail to truce, a trying tribulation
Forsaken families floundering on fragile foundations
Shaken, aching, under this chastening undertaking
Lament, like fresh tendrils flourishing unencumbered
Dynastic dignity plundered, a nation torn asunder
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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