DARK POETRY

Innocence Died a Million Deaths

The Lost and Scattered Fragments of Innocence

In the realm of shadows under tyranny’s night Where governments mask cruelty — a sovereign right There lies a tale of a man- Who witnessed the world through a prism of tears In corridors of power whispers breed fear He saw how violence becomes a ruler’s spear Torture masked as justice Screams echo in halls As innocence crumbled, like Ancient forsaken walls

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In his heart Where love should have thrived Lay hidden agendas with venom, they contrived His eyes, once bright, saw trust decay In the familial games of treachery, they’d play In the arms of love Where solace should have been He found but thorns in embraces unseen Words that cut deeper than the sharpest knife Stripping his soul on this battlefield, ‘life’

He walked through streets Where poverty’s ghost danced Witnessing life in despair never advanced Children with eyes too old Hearts encased in ice Living in a world where suffering is the only vice In the alleys of cities under the dim streetlights He saw the shadows of addiction a perpetual night Lives surrendered to a needle, a pill, a bottle’s call Dreams drowned in vices as the mightiest fall

In the realm of labor where sweat meets soil, He saw exploitation — a never-ending toil Men and women- bound to the wheel of greed Sowing seeds of pain, reaping nothing but need In the mirror of time he watched himself age As pages of his life turned — he felt the cage A body growing tired - a heart heavy with strain Realizing each moment lived was a moment slain

He learned of wars where humanity’s lost Where lines of right and wrong — carelessly crossed Blood staining the earth cries, rending the skies Each fallen soldier makes a part of innocence die In the echoes of the past He heard history’s scream A chorus of the fallen — a haunting dream Empires built on bones civilizations’ deceit Lessons in blood written, never complete

He wandered through art Seeking solace in hues Found nothing but Reflections of life’s sombre blues Music, painting, and poetry — all told the same tale A world where beauty is fragile, ever so frail In the courtrooms of justice — where truth should preside He saw the scales of justice ~unevenly applied~ Laws twisted by power verdicts bought and sold, Innocence, a commodity exchanged for gold

In the world of science Where knowledge reigns supreme He found questions unanswered — a broken dream Technology advancing yet humanity decreases The race for a bright future planted disastrous seeds He ventured into religions — Seeking a Divine sign Only to find dogmas — divide and confine Temples, churches, mosques all preaching peace Yet stained with the blood of belief’s unending lease

In the final chapter as his body lay weak Whispers of mortality — a truth so bleak He realized- Innocence didn’t die in a single blow But was murdered a million times in life’s ebbing flow And so, in his last breath- a weary sigh He grieved for the innocence that had to die For in each aspect of life, in every tear shed Lay the story of purity relentlessly bled Innocence died a million deaths In shadows, in light In each moment of darkness, in every plight The man’s journey — a testament so grave Of a world that takes more than it ever gave

This tale of sorrow — Of a life spun and spun A mirror of many, not just one For innocence dies daily in countless ways In the theatre of life, where tragedy plays

So let this poem be a requiem~ a mournful song a pledge to restore The innocence that’s been wounded — Scarred to the core Let’s remember the cost, the price Of the innocence lost In the march of time In life’s grueling climb In the whispers of the wind In the cries of the earth There’s nothing but the echoes of innocence and its untold worth

In every tear that falls In each heart that breaks Lies the weight of a million deaths, the toll it takes So, let’s tread softly in this world so rife With the fragments of innocence cut by life’s knife For each step in our journey~ our quest~ Carries the burden of innocence, laid to rest

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— © Nour Boustani 2024