Raging Fire Hollow Hearts
Written: January 22, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: “In the dynamic world society which is the objective of the United Nations, all peoples must have equality and equal rights" By Ralph Bunche,
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Seething, scorching snouts of fire
Swallow the final shards of what’s left,
No tears trickled—and no cries came.
Blood. bile, brains, flesh, gore everywhere,
out of his flesh, bones, and blood,
story of the Zombie infected with deranged visions
as thousands tragically taste
a terrible hiatus to the torch.
Barriers are broken—between bygone bloodlines
conquistadors decided upon a nefarious agenda,
scarring the psyche for prospective perils,
Parted perfectly by powerful pondering;
raucous was—the reckless rendezvous
of the European sphere
searching for stolen spoils
from the cradle of creation.
No heart of hardness—no spirit did share,
But everywhere they gazed and glared,
stunned by the sinister specter
that simply stayed silent;
Hearts hollowed—hopelessly held hostage
They've been beckoned,
they've beheld the banners.
Innocent people and children incinerated
Fathers and brothers battling for family land
hearing the depraved screaming
of enslaved prisoners who were being
sacrificed on shallow stone altars.
Men and women were destroyed and massacred
this has utterly created the circumstance,
whenever wealth wanders to a faraway stand.
Heritage and wisdom vanished,
after the fields and beliefs were flouted,
enslavement and colonialism built a stench,
ransacked of relics and revered claims
prisoners were simply mutilated,
gutted, with their human flesh torn agape
by jade knives wielded by ruthless priests
atop high stone pyramids!
Their eyes were the only thing that convinced,
expertise was essential for the endeavor
to persuade them of these perilous practices
their gaze has glimpsed—hearing has held,
the haunting harmonies of the heinous hawk
mocking martyrs who meet their fate for their faith.
we're now at the cusp of our rise,
wiping crust from our eyes
but still in love with demise.
To this time—We're still shackled...
we're set down worried—over wealth woes...
chained and confined, those were
still, we struggle with stinging straps and fetters
the wealth we may win—will all turn to turmoil.
A phoenix flares for the—fearless and the fervent
It clutches its claws, it wraps its wings
to envelop the victim from its slumber;
not a whisper of wind, not a wisp of water
could cool scorching sensation searing skin
finally, fate fierce fingers find their ending.
Our voice still lingers—with yelling clangor,
of iron spikes and iron hammers,
hear us wallow our painful cries;
bullwhips swallow, pigtails decried,
oh, preachers share such serpent lies
of brighter days,
just so kings and rulers may
feed their gold lust eyes.
A further find from Führer foulness
of these terrible crimes—these awful actions
condoned for hundreds of years!
poisoned with rage, furor, and monstrosity.
but still, they steadfastly soldiered on;
every entity endures endless—eerie evenings
when they feel—their fate was merely postponed.
Bloody history is often worse than dark fiction!
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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