Oh, The red sky is falling low
Painting and tainting ground below
Only yearning and urging great flood,
That will wash away baleful black blood.
Cleanse this pain and all this shame,
Douse this flame that is to blame
For burning our homes and our land
Scorching our earth and our sand.
We contemplate the starless night
Heaven, it seems, far out of sight
Faceless, careless, we all want out
Stranded, branded, there is no route.
So alone we weap the arid smoke,
But this cloak that chokes will later soak,
With the wrath and greed of nations' heads
In the vast and violent sea of red.
2 comments:
Nice Hadrien Its nice to have a poem that is different for a change.
Hadiren, I can certainly tell you that it is worth reading! The first evident thing is your consistent rhyme scheme. Also your use of imagert is very impressive. I culd easily visuaize 'the red sky', 'starless night', and the 'vast and violent sea of red'.
I really like the beginning n your second stanza...I could easily image people just lying in an empty field staring at the sky...
Impressive Hadrien!
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