3 Angry Poems by Teresita Blanco

Tainted

After being tainted,

The germ spreads

Beyond this facade.

As the sand wastes,

Our doom hastens.

With this scorn

With this woe

She spreads, she takes.

As the malady spreads,

My home becomes my friend,

No more heroes,

No more zeroes.

What remains is my disdain.

For today, I regain…

The crimson bloom, reborn,

Relieving my old forlorn.

The Furies’ Dept

This mistake has us rotten,

Our old face, now forgotten

As the stars fall, oh, so bright!

Our hands tremble with fright.

We are malice!

Within the hours,

If you gaze,

Our minds mingle.

This crimson haze

Has now been kindled.

Our backs are bent,

Our hearts broken.

This malady cannot be taken.

It rots our hearts, our patience.

We have been  forgotten,

Just a pest, a waste, a scum.

We no longer fit your must.

We paid the furies’ dept.

Yet, you seek our neck

 

The Crimson Flower

Red as the crimson rose.

Red as the coming Mars.

These men with rapid furnace

Turns the rose velvet.

As it boils

Our fools toil.

In this field,

Making us yield,

To the ax.

Red as the coming darkness.

Red as the rising sun.

Oh! No, Horror!

This foolish Honor,

Killer of men!

Oh! Yes, they come,

It has begun!!

The crimson light is surging;

The Valkyries are searching,

Red as the first sigh,

Red as the blood sky,

Red as the first cries,

Red as the death’s eyes.

Copyright Teresita Blanco

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