The Ropes

Vultures flew and eagles watched
complacent, satiate, from mountain tops.
Vultures swooped, picked up the prey and bolted back to the sky.
Blood in rivers covers the lands,
fire balls rain,
devastation where the land was green.
Centuries wrap around like ropes,
centuries of slavery of the meek to the power of lance.
The ropes of slavery around the eyes
hide from view the little dove
that dares to fly
and sends a call to the blind
to follow the ear and catch the note.
The signal reverberates in the silent air.

Image Credit : Latif Z.