Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXXI
The Last Time. Perhaps it was the final time you ever did something. Or perhaps it was just the most recent time you did it. Perhaps still, it will be the last time. Either way, it is the last time... Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Survivors
We till the soil of ancients
Generations, laid to rest
From whom we are descendants
We breathe their ash and dust
We tread the earth beneath us
Ancestral, hallowed ground
Their blood cries out for justice
Spilled sorrow seeps, resounds
We hope for futures, brighter
Denying truth and past
In hubris, our wills smite her —
“Earth will always last”
One word will spark a fire
Consuming all that’s brass
Her precious gold survives her
The rest, burned up like chaff