The hands of time contains tales,
Rivers filled with vengeance,
Submerged, layers of centuries,
Lie buried man’s errors
Many a king, many a lord,
Nobles rode in gilded chariots,
Gliding on Arab stallions,
Conquerors of deserts and seven seas,
Weighed down with fortune and fame,
Killing the rebellions,
Who stood in their way
The night has untold tales,
Listen to the soft whisperings,
Of the forest sparrows choir,
Echoing deathly grief
Even today, the forsaken tales,
Blood sucked into the earth’s crust,
They sing quiet symphonies,
Innocent ones, slain in vain,
Roars of injustice
The sky frowns upon man,
In whose arms the blade,
Of jealousy slits love,
The rain and thunder speak,
Of betrayal on land and sea
The heavens weep, tears of grief,
Screaming songs of sorrow,
Heavy grief pours down,
On humanity ,unstoppable torrents of rain
Alas, the heavens bleed, an anguish,
Unable to bear the sins of Adams kin,
They too shed tears of blood-soaked rain
Streams, rivers, lakes, oceans and seas,
All burdened with our inglorious past.
A penalty
Published in Daily Times, February 17th 2018.