Desperation.

Rivers rage on the darkest night
Whispering stories of the age-old fight
And splashing memories onto the shore
Memories of forgotten lore
Sit down, son, let me tell you more.

Hear the rumbling thunder, see the lightening crack
Remember the day cruel men attacked
And slaughtered victims, one by one
Until their disastrous deed was done
And here they left us, beaten bruised
While to another down they cruised
To ravage and ransack and leave the people to die

We tried and we failed to put the pieces together
But the damage had been so deep
Our dead were lying in tall heaps
Blood stains splattered on the sand
And no one left to lend a hand

Her thoughtless actions sealed our fate
She sold our souls with a decree so ornate
She believed it’s horrid, deceitful lies
And set in motion our demise

She signed a contract with her blood
And back they came to our broken land
They took their chains and bound our hands
They put us on ships and sailed us away
No one will forget that tragic day
Babies pulled from mothers’ arms
Even the children were brutally harmed

 

This is how we came to be here today
This is why we’re stuck here, to our dismay
Your challenge, boy, will be come at a cost
And if you fail all hope is lost
It is your job to free us all
And make these demons finally fall

Author's Note

Inspired by Apocalyptica's "Betrayal".

Reviews

[Marlena]

Very cool, and congrats on the award. ^^ This kind of sounds like the SK book XD

[Kaitlyn]

I love this! I really liked these line in particular
'Her thoughtless actions sealed our fate
She sold our souls with a decree so ornate
She believed it's horrid, deceitful lies
And set in motion our demise'
They lept out at me!

[Gandré]

I understand this poem as a poem which remembers slavery and this horrible deportation what Europeans did to others...wondeful classical poem. Loved your style. I think, all deportated persons have a certain missing of integrity, this is in genes. My mother emigrated from Czechoslovakia, she told me about this and I live in Germany, raised in Slovakia came back....there is always a feeling of missing that what is there where are my memories. wonderful writing.

[Melissa Kesead]

Great way to tell this traumatic story. It flowed beautifully.

[Flo_writer]

This is a sad and calamitous condition. It felt like you were telling me a story around a campfire. Well done.

[Wingless Angel of Dream..]

ooooooooo. like always, ur sooo impressive. unfortunately this went over my head, its a little late to be reading something so deep, but beautiful. n apocalyptica will be inspiring you for a while now! ^^

[Tallulah]

I like this a lot. THe only thing is i feel like the rhyming pattern broke at some points. Still its very good.