Posted by: Danica Demaclid
Date Published: November 10, 2022
Time Published: 4:12 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Empowerment, Injustice
And he had the utmost courage!
He walked like the fox covered with blood,
And his eyes grinned like the good trickster;
For good's sake, no one ever trusted his smirks of shallow shots!
He had the courage to rise and hold the crown again,
He killed all the wildflowers screaming for hope.
And in foul—he claimed he was the hope!
Tell us, where was the hope?!
He had the courage to laugh and twist pennies—
How funny he was, he joked about those without any grands!
"That wasn't the problem why we had the problem,"
He stood there like the same person he was!
He had the courage to fly and see all the low!
With his patches stitched on his pumping heart,
“The treasure I just fully owned—oh, my land!”
The people he never owned—you, deceptive man!
He had the courage to ask and devour more!
With his companions, they sought the fields and opened the papers.
With the law that didn't really cover the law—
What were those with the articles if papers couldn't cut the bad hands?
He had the courage to be kind and go bad—
Just when people knew the blood would sooner paint the roads:
He rose with his gleamy dreams,
“Wide awake—truly grateful!”
He had the courage to take it up and pull us down better.
It ran in his blood—the terrifying greed!
Down to his bloodline, people knew there were some enemies.
But if one cared to answer, what was with their tongue that kept deceiving?
Because he had the utmost, greedy courage!
The monstrosity of his red-blooded marks—
In the field of what he thought he owned;
I lived once as part of the big one for hope to resurface.
Painting: The Lugubrious Game (1929) by Salvador Dali
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