Your cattle eat my grass.
Whilst mine starve and die.
Consider yourself the upper cast.
Whilst I in the mire lie.
“History will absolve me”
Controlling my nations produce.
Exporting its wheat and rye.
My meal has no nutritional use.
Yet to my face you lie.
“History will absolve me”
Your daughters, princesses.
Mine, are prostitutes.
Your daughters, sleep in castle recesses.
Mine, roam the streets with brutes.
“History will absolve me”
You spend your summers at the beaches.
Me? In the cane fields, a vagabond!
You, eating me and my children, leeches!
Though we never entered a pond!
“History will absolve me”
Abuela cannot afford cataract surgery.
Corruption is the authority’s mission.
Will you politicians ever get arrested for perjury?
As seen by the clairvoyant in her visions!
“History will absolve me”
Your police laugh at my dying sons.
I can still hear their dreadful cries.
Each morning at the rising sun.
I see dead bodies laden with flies.
“History will absolve me”
Shall I not want for better?
Does my ambition not overflow inside?
Is it not why I’m called ‘go getter’?
Or do I simply sit and wait by the wayside?
“History will absolve me”
Is it not natural, legal even?
That a man should fight to save his self,
His family, his nation?
Condemn me! It matters not!
“History will absolve me”
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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‘tis now three years Since I’ve seen you last. These gushing tears, Redeem pleasures, from a distant past. Where ruby plated lips, Beneath black and gold mascaraed mask. Makes succulent gestures. Suggesting they befit the task. Digressing from the ball. Ascending winding stairs. Lifting your gown, please don’t fall! Moonshine glimmer, from your bejeweled hair. Alone! Perched! we stood. Fledglings on a castle’s stone shelf. Displaying our affection, the only way we could. Such unlikely couple, the goddess and the elf. Together, we have always been. The envy of all ages. In the eyes of those who’s seen. Oblivious to our catastrophic rages. A goddess is to be obeyed! Have it thus she would. Responding, please don’t be delayed. Fulfil her desires as fast you could! How elegiac the mood. Which on me has descended. The pall of your wrath, I’ve with stood! Shan’t it ever, our love, be mended? Ensnared in your charm. The victim of desire. ‘t will for sure lead me to harm. To the gates of my sire!
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