alliternation

“every word, a wound returned”

suits sit smug with sacred seals,
scribing sins the sword conceals.
candles curse what cannons cheer,
cloaks of virtue veiling fear.

statues speak of stolen grace,
scrolls erased, then re-embrace.
monuments made from martyr moans,
museums lined with plundered bones.

ashes airbrushed into art,
agonies auctioned part by part.
children charred in cradle cries,
cameras cold to closing eyes.

feasts are filmed while famines fester,
freedom forged in foreign gesture.
aid arrives with armored aims,
altruism under other names.

prayers pierced by pilot play,
parables twisted into prey.
holy hymns turned house-to-heap,
hope hung high, but buried deep.

diplomats dance on distant dead,
deals are drawn where demons fed.
banners bathed in borrowed blood,
boasts built over brotherhood.

justice juggled, journals jammed,
jargon justifying lands they scammed.
saints are sorted, sins are sold,
some are sacred, others scolded cold.

victims vetted via views,
validity granted to chosen news.
morals move in measured might,
maps made true by missile light.

songs still swell from shattered skin,
stone by stone, the souls begin.
fire feeds the forged and free,
flesh remembers memory’s plea.

rubble rises, rage remains,
roots defy the rusted chains.
tales once trapped in time’s arrest,
torch the thrones they once oppressed.

we write in wounds they tried to wipe,
with whispered wrath and wired type.
pens now press where prophets bled,
poems bloom from pages red.

not to plead, but to proclaim,
not to beg, but burn the blame.
east or south or scarred beyond –
every echo ends the con.