A Burning Snowland

A peaceful valley, trapped under a heaving blaze, struggles to roll out,

Troubled streams, blanketed with thick foam, trickle between the lush plain,

A shower of daisies gets lost in their saccharine dew, dread of the looming drought,

A cascade of stones condemns fledging pines, a mountain of pain.

Embedded in Himalayan foothills, crimson tears rust in fertile soil, the sting of salt.

Snow leopards emerge to weather the feverish sun, wide eyes pale gray with fear,

A wild thirst to survive as hunters prowl shackled land, hungry to assault,

An onslaught of bullets sounds torn streets, a sentence to smoke and flames, to disappear,

Captured, beaten, and mangled, an eternal rupture between mother and son,

A sudden diversion from law, from humanity; a nation savaged at will of the frenzied,

Precious fur ripped away; agony comes when echoes the fury of a gun, 

Youth’s bold dissent for freedom extinguishes; marked as militia in unseen graves.

Outside eyes misled from the suffering, piercing screams muffled, silence flows out.

Agitators stalked like prey, unprotected; lawyers vanish, denied their court,

Out of work, their lives are sacrificed: a new clamor in the cities, yearnings for liberty breakout,

A tranquil country, its people forever betrayed and stolen, weeps with gaping wounds.