On the same ground you walk on today...
Soil that you have stained with blood... with blood you have stained the soul of innocence...
We are all one race! and you don't care about slaughtering us in masse...
You ruler of greed, of wars, that you start… usurper of value and collector of malice… you do not realize… that my soil is your same soil that you have stained with blood…
Where are your promises of pain relief… the pain of those of us who placed you on a throne with honor…
Now you abuse the power of the mandate… ungrateful abuser!
And they saw you fall, and I will see you fall, and they will see you fall... on the same soil that you have stained with blood.
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Author:
G.Cabús (
Online) - Published: November 4th, 2023 09:52
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very powerful really ❤️❤️
Thank you; I really appreciate your comment and I take this opportunity to tell you that I admire your writings.
Oh god I did expect that, i hardly think that anyone reads them, you made my day thank you so much ❤️❤️
Your poem tells a sad tale; we never learn, same mistakes over and over. The faces and places change but not the crime.
Humanity is set to fail because the same players in this game are hell bent on death And destruction.
M
I feel for those who have to pay with their lives, for the corruption of those who govern us to satisfy their ambition. without caring who to tear apart.
I greatly appreciate your comment.
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