Yazmein Cybulski

REQUIEM

For the men of earth hath no bounds,
One doth challenge another’s verbal sounds.
Thus thence fuelling a ferocious rage,
Like lions unleashed from a hostile cage.

A passion so powerfully wild,
Chokes the innocence of a mother’s child.
The thought one must ponder;
Is it for this, souls of lost brothers dwell in yonder?

The field but a stage, which they do parade,
The wicked dance of the sterling blade.
These two Adam’s that do play,
Soon be but one, the other but clay.

Lonely cries in time soon forgotten,
Remain the echoes of death, life had begotten.

These are lessons that thou must learn:
Why do the embers of night show forth their burn?
While the ray of day doth in turn,
Eclipse the shadows that dread doth yearn?

Heaven and earth’s divine requiem…