PARADIES

Chenie Coronel

It was a serene realm,

Everybody seems overwhelm.
As they work together,
Things get done better.

Buoyant peasant works all day long,

With a beautiful curve on their face.
Damsel without any distress sing,
as the breeze from nature caress.

Oh, how calm and radiant this paradise is.

Not until this day came,

This troop of men came.
In their eyes, you can see the hunger to claim.
Starting to provoke horrifying nightmare,
That these helpless birds couldn’t even bear.

There came these nonstarter,

Fair freedom was not given,
It was them known as the martyrs.

Birds lost its wings,

As this animal-like men put under lock and
Key its freedom to fly.
 Feels like they fell from bunch of rose,
And feel the stings that cause the river of blood to flow.

The pen of awakening lost its ink

And it is frightening.
The words of this quill,
Tells the story of great ill.
This notable pen,
marks the great story of the history.

The used to be paradise lost its serenity,

The crystal clear water
turned to be red and bloody.

For centuries we were colonized,

Our tongue was also revised.
We lost our cultures, as we suffered from tortures.

The chains in our hands, was never been break.

It is our freedom that they take.
The wealth of this paradise has come to its end.
As our motherland leave naked and raped.