The hero's square/fridaypoets/@prydefoltz
The hero's square
The hero's square
afflicted people
contemplate your face
under a gray cloud
in the stench of a homeland.
The senses are shaken
for the sad song of the pigeons
asking for corn
with bony figure,
mirror of the nation.
A whirlwind of dry leaves
falls from the trees
by a spectral air
in the shade of the feet
of the hero.
Separator
Raw poetry that speaks of loss. The autumn of a broken country, where even the pigeons of the squares have been disappearing. The relationship between: hero - nation - hunger is interesting.
Decadence without saviors, no breakthrough is glimpsed. There is a kind of conformity with the decline. Only contemplation of the slow fall of the robust tree that was a rich country, now plunged into misery.
Good writing, brother! Quite descriptive and heartfelt.
Thank you sister. The reality of our existence.
Truly touching convincing and the imagery is just pure. Your pen is still burning like a fire friend @corderosiete I'm happy for you