Author: Owen Yingling

15Apr

By Owen YinglingNo Comments

Literature

Protest

By Owen Yingling If we could see them As they see us Shades of past and Not yet forgotten memories They can only look Unchangeable fragments left And we can only touch Reaching blindly towards a future Yet softly weeping earth I see The vanishing light burnt out How can it have undone so many? Requiem for those to come Can it still bear fruit? Brought up from the depths Of this humbled earth Awoken without a sound No relief from the task Among these tides of bodies As they force their way Ransom paid with their labor Can they make us see? That which will undo so much Dim light flickering Solace from weeping earth

19Mar

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Literature

Ashen Walls

By Owen Yingling Ash stained walls beneath a savage sky Singed and blackened by dry rain The waters flow yet not a drop Warped metals jut from dying ground Scarred land emptied and broken Beneath the iron sky it waits for rain As the dry thunder cast its shadow The rains flow, yet not a drop to drink Cursed sky and and mindless deep An affliction upon this empty earth Burning rain, the pungent smoke Spreading far beyond the bounds Over the face of the water As they ebb and flow Hope dashed upon the rocks Charred, stripped and torn What it was I cannot say Scorched bark and noumena Found beneath this savage sky Hallowed grass twists, pulls, and yet Neither living nor dead That cruel heap of glowing cinder Son of man beweep its sorrow state Blight upon the world Watch it hiss ...