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The Shatter

There was a community,

The splendid ballads that sang
Rich and poignant melodies
Symbolizing the history,
But a driven character
The pulse was firm and joyous
Equilibrium reached new heights
Yet,
— — It wasn’t perfect

Far from here,
He who lies awake
While others sleep
He who plots to take,
But never gives
The very own,
Lucifer himself
— — is discontent

Requesting God for a favor,
Lucifer slily remarked,
“This pitiful nation of yours is incomplete
Without
-challenge,
— suffering,
— -agony,
— — temptation
How can civilization understand your grace?”

So, God grants him
One
Week

Contemplating his choice,
Lucifer examined the greats,
Fall of the
Roman Empire,
Ottoman Empire,
Mongol Empire
But settles on a distinct approach
His strategy incorporated
Hardships
Isolation
Misinformation
After all,
Lucifer preferred to look elegant,
— -While cunning

Droughts,
Quakes,
Gales,
Shaped the once vibrant community
Nowhere was the morning dew,
Welcoming the splendors of each day,
The Forest now cracked,
is distinct,
With brothers and sisters separated,
Lucifer reasoned this would lift the once
impermeable mask

Came the next phase,
The once agile breezes turned harsh,
With whispers of betrayal
Thoughts of possible causes
Clung to the air
Doubt was heavy,
Maybe — -
God is not merciful,
God is angered,
So desperate the need for spring,
Brothers and sisters diverged
Blame,
Compounded,
Filled the void of what used to be,

Separation ensued

Now,
Looking back on what could be,
Pettiness now fades,
Blame now fades,
But never can cohesion happen
Ever.
Again.

Context

This poem addresses the growing cultural tensions between areas, ultimately resulting in conflict. We have seen this numerous times with the ever-increasing tensions between Quebec and Canada and the independence of Pakistan from India. This poem serves as a reminder that while tensions are high, compromise is needed to build a sustainable society.

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