Ekphrastic
Your command is strange,
You look happy, Asking for help, that’s nothing new. Be ashamed. You ask for assistance with a hardened, intoxicated heart. You’ve killed peace, even the doves aren’t spared from you, And the actions of the vile have caught up with you. And blood spilled, it’s impossible, To ask for help when your heart isn’t in peace. Swear an oath, your actions are cowardly, You’ll see the result on a day of darkness, Black and foul, like your face, not in peace, Your actions are cowardly, The result is the death of peace, Children die, and boys are forced into sleep. Your actions are cowardly, Threats and killings every hour in revenge, You know exactly, look, your actions are those of the vile. Your command is strange, your actions unbelievable, Asking for help? Once upon a time, You had a soul, and now you are ashamed, your actions are cowardly, You are a being, a cancer, a demon, Wandering with hopes that spread, erasing peace, But my God sees perfectly, And He is peace, and never sleeps, And you will have your day, O oppressor, Wait for the day of revenge. Be ashamed. All the people are fighting for peace, They work and produce with respect for it. Your actions are unbelievable. All of humanity, east and west, are asking for a pact of peace, Be in your state and consider, in the course of time, There was oppression and chaos, and there was no stability. Why is there war and people dying, While you are happy and proud of the actions of the vile? You look happy, Killing here and striking there, even far away, He got betrayed by you after safety. You’ve done barbarity, you’ve planned it. And the circle must always keep turning, Breaking down foundations, Weak foundations from its injustice or even by the strength of time. Your actions are devilish. Your threads love you, and with your deceit, you burn in flames. My Lord is kind, with His wisdom, No matter how long it takes, the days will pass. Many things you think of, There were once mighty beasts with great importance, But in the end, their power faded, Their flame dimmed and extinguished, And they were lost in the grasp of time. A history is written with His wisdom, Without their own history, through His words and actions.
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Flying
The ground above me Riding on the sky below At peace With nowhere else to go Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
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