The Machete’s Deadly Sweet Deceit
Golden fields of cane
Machete’s rhythm, strong and true
Harvesting life’s song
Sugar canes sway gently
Machete’s purpose, noble birth
Cutting life’s sweet path
Farmer’s hands, so strong
Machete’s power, in their grasp
Cutting through the dawn
Rhythm of the blade
Cutting life’s sweet melody
Golden fields of joy
But now, a darker use
Cutting hearts, with deadly sway
Love turned to vain pain
Symbol of toil, turned
Tears and pain, a machete’s tale
Love lost, in vain hearts
Heat of the sun’s warmth
Machete slices, through hearts’ form
Love’s tender, lost dance
Same hands, new dawn’s promise
Now, wield the machete’s might
Cutting love’s sweet hope
Darker design, unfolds
Cutting hearts, with deadly line
Love’s pain, a refrain
Memories of laughter
Echoes of the past, aghast
Love lost, in vain tears
Machete’s silence, haunts
A love that once, did flourish
Now, forever torn
Shadows of the night
Tears fall, like rain, in sorrow
Machete’s mournful song
Heart, once full of hope
Now shattered, worn, in pain
Machete’s legacy
Golden fields, now grey
Machete’s rhythm, lost its way
Love’s sweet song, no more
Cutting life’s sweet path
Machete’s purpose, now astray
Love’s pain, a refrain
Sugar canes, now bare
Machete’s power, lost its might
Love’s tender, lost dance
Farmer’s hands, now weak
Machete’s strength, lost its sway
Love’s pain, a refrain
Rhythm of the blade
Cutting life’s sweet melody
Love’s pain, a refrain
But still, a glimmer
Of love’s sweet hope, remains true
Machete’s heart beats on.
-By Mr. Atom
