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Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal)

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06/26 New Member Contest

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Rule Over Ashes

In my country where shadows loom,

Ruler cast a pall of gloom.

When Justice Call,

Students stands tall.

They sacrificed their lives,

Answering the call.

They accepted martyrdom,

To bring justice for all.

To rule a nation

To rule a country,

Killing is the only key

Ruler thinks as glory.

Thousands were killed,

Thousands were harmed

Rule over Ashes,

Is the way she learn.

If cruelty brings you joy

Then you're no human.

If you enjoy ruling over dead bodies

Then you're no human.

A heart of flesh, full of compassion

In merciless acts, finds no fashion.

In false joy finds only hollow

A human's path they cannot follow.

Every single life matters

Is the song we play,

In the blink of time

Justice leads the way,

When darkness falls

We'll light the night,

With patience and hope

We'll set things right.

— Md. Naeem Aziz, Jun 24, 2026

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Style/Type: Free verse

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The poem takes on a weighty subject — state violence and the moral cost of power — and the central image announced in the title, "Rule Over Ashes," carries real force. That phrase does a great deal of work: it compresses the idea that authority built on death rules over nothing of value, and the poem would benefit from leaning further into that kind of concentrated image rather than stating its themes outright.

The strongest moment is the couplet "A heart of flesh, full of compassion / In merciless acts, finds no fashion." Here the poem trusts metaphor and a slightly unexpected rhyme to make its point, and the contrast between "heart of flesh" and "merciless acts" lands with more weight than the more direct declarations elsewhere. The closing stanza, with its turn toward "we'll light the night," gives the poem a clear emotional arc, moving from gloom to resolve.

Where the poem does not yet fully land is in its reliance on abstraction and direct assertion. Lines such as "Killing is the only key" and the repeated "Then you're no human" tell the reader what to feel about the ruler rather than showing the conditions that produce that judgment. The earlier stanzas mention "students," "martyrdom," and "thousands killed" — these are the poem's most concrete materials, and they pass by quickly. Slowing down on a single image — one student, one moment in the square, one specific loss — would let the reader arrive at the poem's conclusions rather than being handed them.

There is also some inconsistency in the grammar and verb agreement that interrupts the poem's momentum: "Justice Call," "Students stands tall," and "the way she learn" each shift tense or number in ways that read as unintentional rather than as deliberate effect. Smoothing these would let the reader stay inside the poem's gravity without being pulled out.

One craft note worth considering: the address shifts from third person ("Ruler," "she") to second person ("you're no human") midway through. That pivot could be powerful if made deliberately and sustained, but as it stands the movement between the distant "she" and the accusatory "you" feels unplanned. Choosing one mode of address, or marking the shift clearly, would sharpen the poem's confrontation.

The conviction behind the poem is evident, and the title image is a genuine asset. The next step is to let the specific, witnessed details do the moral work that the abstractions are currently asked to carry.

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