A Dictator Is To Die- March 15, 44 BCE, Rome:
Cries echo throughout the streets
As traitors snicker around the corners,
With blotches of blood on their robes
And slick smiles across their faces.
A Dictator Is To Thrive- March 15, 1938, Vienna:
Hundreds of thousands of feet
March in place with arms raised.
Howls of hatred echo the air
While spilled blood seeps into the soil.
A Girl Is To Breathe- March 15, 2022, Vienna:
I walk on that same soil,
a testament to resilience.
My breath echoes in the air,
And blood pumps throughout my body,
A beat that drowns out the horrors.
This poem serves as a reality check to those, like myself, back in America who seem desensitized to situations not happening literally right in front of our faces. The only thing I would do in this poem is remove the 'and' in the 3rd stanza just because it could pack more of a punch without it. Other than that this is an important, beautiful poem- thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeletei love how the blood is described as both draining and nurturing. people are dying and your blood reminds you to keep fighting. this is such a beautiful poem and your language is so fruitful and elegant. i love this poem!
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