Masterpiece of an Indio
Legacy of one native Bravo
As I gaze at the piece
Memories of gladiators seize
Under the roofs of soft floors
Are bloodsheds on hard, scratched floors
Have you ever wondered
Why warriors are devoid?
Of worldly possessions unplundered
Die with swords unparanoid
Heroes or heels are subjects
Painted in oil, not Aztecs
Brushed and colored in blood
Mustache of a Maestro in a cloud
Scraped walls
with graffiti all over them
Old house
with cardboard for its base
Abandoned backyards
devoid of flowers grace
Honey lit doors
with their damaged face
Shattered windows
without any breathing trace
Evacuated homes
all around this place
This dry ground
has seen bloodsheds
Those big rocks
have been someone's escape
This whole scene
is made 'cause of disdain
this horrid event
screams humans shouldn't hate.
-Aayushi Passi
Hey demons, you can't conquer me
Chaos is away now
It's the light that shines
Inculcate this,that you are gonna be No more.
It's not a war
There are no bloodsheds
It's just the expulsion,all of a sudden
Get ready to be smothered to ashes.
To the moon and back,here comes power
And these notions are not froths
It's the steel from the test of fire
That's gonna vanish you.
Here is me,to abstain you from victory
The occult waves are ready
Today it's a beginning
For thousands to unburden them from you.
The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star
Our missions would be charted out
To go on our victory dance one step at a time
For peacefully unifying the global eye
The lines in the hand of child would be uncorroded
With the scavenging paedophiles detonated
And their gardens be filled with natural joys and play
Food for the starving would be an essentia
Hunger and water a distant call before going to bed
Appetising the poor rather than greasing over fed palettes
We would delve deep into the human vein
Gushing with a universal religion of tolerance
That binds all colours rather than undermining faiths
Gigantic deeds would keep gory bloodsheds at bay
And young valiants would keep hearts of their fair
In strongholds for inopportune cataclysms
Global warming would be of a season gone by
Aerial reforestations and seed bombs for divergent climes
Would be the neatest stuff rather than bloody nukes
A day will come when life begins once again
When dragons burn out the archetype evils and
Dying values will sprout worldwide deliverance once again
April 9, 2016
Dan Kearley
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