Scorching Sun

P.X. Vexxus



The world lies beneath the desolate scorching sun

Within this barren wasteland, beneath the eyes of one

The tyrant watches, saving the lives of none

He watches them burn, beneath his evil thumb

 
Burning into ashes under solemn authority

They are slaves, being sold like property

They weep and beg for freedom and equality

But their lives are forfeit in this land of liberty

 
Living his life, his last name is a lie

He grew up in slavery, beneath the flaming sky

At a helpless age, he was bought by a rich family of five

They worked him like a slave, he always wondered why

 
When he comes of age, he's finally free from oppression

He receives some papers, furthering the deception

The sun's rays shine a light upon a few words

He is adopted, his parents transparent in his world

 
He asks the corrupted tyrant but his broken laws forbid

He has no real rights, because his parents didn't want a kid

He will never know his real name, his whole life a charade

He stands broken beneath the scorching sun, with no name

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2017 08:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Scorching Sun [September 20, 2016]
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  • onepauly

    very good!

  • Louis Gibbs

    A strong poem indeed, and well presented, P.X., about a sad chapter in our history!

  • P.X. Vexxus

    Thanks for reading. Sorry I've been absent. With the death of Chester Bennington, I've been a little...incapacitated. I'm currently working on a piece for tribute to him.



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