Isolated Heart Finds Love

In the isolation of solitude's embrace,
A woman weaves a tale of vacant space.
Isolated heart in abandonment's clasp,
Longing for love, within a silent gasp.

A daughter born, a new chapter unfolds,
Tiny fingers entwine as destiny molds.
Gentle touch echoes through the years,
An infant's grasp, dissolving past tears.

In that tender moment, a bond reborn,
A symphony of love, from a soul once torn.
Long-buried desires, like blossoms, unfurl,
As maternal warmth envelopes the girl.

The weight of loneliness begins to wane,
In the grasp of innocence, a connection reigns.
A mother's heart, now in rhythm aligned,
As love, like a river, flows unconfined.

Ruin of a Nation

In swamps deep, where chaos thrives,
A dance with crisis, truth connives.
Coddling whispers, conspiracy's bed,
With blinded eyes, ignorance is fed.

Extremist arms, an embrace so tight,
Refusing compromise, shunning the light.
Backward they tread, history denied,
A conscience lost, in ignorance they hide.

Covering truth with a veil so impenetrable,
In the dance of confusion, reason does stumble.
Forward lies the path they neglect,
Lost in the echoes of a past they protect.

A society decaying, bound for Scheol,
A cancerous sore, consuming the soul.
Rotting within, the host it devours,
The fabric unravels, toxic powers.

Resilience

Rising above challenges,
Enduring storms with grace,
Steadfast in adversity,
Igniting strength in every trace,
Lingering, resilient spirit,
Illuminating the darkest space,
Evolving with unwavering pace.
Nurturing hope within,
Conquering obstacles with zeal,
Embracing challenges with appeal.

Dark Missionary

To unfamiliar lands, the missionaries came,
With faith professed, but shadows cast in shame.
Their Christian guise concealed a darker plan,
Imperial aims, expanding rule began.

Hostility veiled in sanctity's guise,
Aggression masked by prayers to the skies.
Militarism marched with scripture in hand,
Colonial conquest, subjugation's demand.

In the name of God, they sought control,
Unfriendly forces taking heavy toll.
Assaultive deeds in the name of grace,
Demonizing others, a relentless race.

Indigenous tongues silenced, erased,
Cultural history stripped, disgraced.
Families divided by oppressive might,
Murder and genocide cast a chilling light.

Yet, amidst the darkness, resistance rose,
A fight for freedom, as truth exposes.
For every chapter stained with blood,
A call for justice, a plea for good.

Have Mercy

Clutched tightly in avarice's embrace,
Imperial hearts, seeking endless chase.
Wars born of desires, not survival's plea,
White sepulchers outside, within, decay's decree.

Love for silver, hearts decomposed,
Acts of aggression, as history's exposed.
These men, vessels fit for wrath's fierce might,
In pursuit of more, blinded by greed's blight.

Blackened within, like a tomb's darkened core,
Their deeds tell a tale of endless war.
God's mercy sought for vessels of clay,
Prayers ascend for those who know the way.

For, in the shadows, vessels of mercy stand,
Enduring pain with faith so grand.
God's children, called not of yet,
Their hope in Him, a timeless duet.

May compassion reign, mercy descend,
On those who've borne sorrow, on whom trials attend.
Declare His name throughout the earth's expanse,
The glory of God in His chosen, a divine dance.

Arawak’s Welcome, Columbus’ Scheme

In lands unknown to Europeans, with open hearts they stood,
The children of God, in peace they would.
Parrots and gifts, a gesture sincere,
Welcoming Columbus, without fear.

Primitive innocence in their gaze,
Unarmed, unaware of darkened days.
Their island's freedom, a precious prize,
Yet Columbus schemed with greedy eyes.

A twisted plot, in shadows concealed,
Deceptive words, his true thoughts revealed.
Exploitation's seed sown in the soil,
As friendship's guise masked a darker toil.

Gold glimmered subtly, caught Columbus' eye,
A catalyst for deeds that would belie
The harmony sought by the gentle hand,
Disturbed by greed, in a foreign land.

Oh, Arawaks, children of the sun,
Unwitting prey for deeds yet undone.
Columbus, a specter with sinister plans,
Unleashing chaos upon those sands.

As history unfolds, a tale untold,
Of hospitality pure, and hearts of gold.
Yet, marred by shadows of a darker creed,
The clash of worlds, a tragic misdeed.