R.S. Mallari

Sand Castle (Struggle for Power, Desert Bathed in Blood)

Sandcastle is made with wet sand, as it dries, it becomes sturdier. But the bond between sand dunes will become brittle as the water evaporates. Like a government that was made by the bonding of men, it will crumble as trust fades away.



Drifting desert moon over the cold embrace of land desolate
Waves of fragile sand dunes, begging for drops of rain
Morning comes, the sun that mocks with torturous heat
Noon like an inferno with its callous wind

Never-ending hills of thoughtless hills of fine sands
Boundless sea of nothingness, infinite deafening silence
The benign queen, held hostage by a cold-blooded prince
Claimed, all part of his great kingdom

Servants, subjects bow down as his majesty show off his crown
Loyal soldiers clear the path with their pointed crimson spears
Like a god who came down walking towards the oasis, only his own
As the children can only watch in thirst

A castle built with the blood of Wise-men, warriors who fought
Maybe in vein but not forgotten, puny yet persistent yell of justice
Sons of dead martyrs, eyes with tears, redemption they sought
Soon the dry desert will bath in blood
Struggle for power will never seize

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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