Death -- the trophy won when burn the fires of hate.

BURN THE FIRES OF HATE

By Al Garcia-Wiltse

 

Burn the fires of hate

that fuel the destiny of man.

Burn the passion and the rage

that feeds the anger and the fury.

 Burn –

like the inferno of vengeance

and revenge

that corrupts the mind of man,

and erupts the flowing,

glowing

embers of distrust

and disbelief.

 

The molten chain of time

no longer linking,

no longer fusing

the strands and shards

of discarded and abandoned

grains of stardust and of sand,

littered on the shores of times.

 

And left,

but motionless memories

and stilled emotions

in black and white –

colorless

and without texture,

without substance,

without resonance.

 Death.

The burned-out carcass of dreams

that never came to be.

The unfished symphony

never heard.

Death –

the tarnished and corroded trophy

when burn the fires of hate,

and wins the evil

that lurks within

the heart of man.

 


Submitted: June 11, 2024

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