Free freed conflict change

 

Sea theirs order transactional

 

Possibilities plan shines losing

 

There are so many breeds of golden calf

In the heart of the Andes, amidst the grandeur of the Inca Empire, I, Vicente de Valverde, a Dominican friar, embarked on a mission with Francisco Pizarro and his band of conquistadors. Our journey was fueled by the noble goal of spreading Christianity and gold.

We arrived at Cajamarca, where the mighty Inca emperor Atahualpa resided. The air was thick with anticipation as we sought an audience with him. Clutching the Holy Bible, I approached Atahualpa, my heart filled with both hope and trepidation. I urged him to embrace Christianity and recognize King Charles V of Spain as his sovereign.

Atahualpa, adorned in his regal attire, gazed upon the Bible with a mix of curiosity and disdain. When he cast it aside, my hope turned to despair. I signaled Pizarro, and the peaceful meeting erupted into chaos. Our men attacked, capturing Atahualpa and massacring his followers. The scene of bloodshed haunted me, but the promise of gold overshadowed my remorse.

Atahualpa, now our prisoner, offered a room filled with gold and silver as ransom for his freedom. The sheer wealth was beyond imagination, and the conquistadors, driven by their insatiable greed, eagerly accepted the ransom. Yet, despite receiving the treasure, Pizarro's men were not satisfied. They feared retribution and desired more power.

Atahualpa was condemned to death, and I, bound by my mission, could do little to save him. The gold that seemed a blessing had become a curse, bringing devastation to both the Incas and ourselves. The once vibrant and prosperous Inca Empire lay in ruins, destroyed by our unrelenting greed.

Connections dance spirals beautiful

Life unresolvable shadows them

 

Human essence

In hospitals, where life's essence lies,

A mosaic of souls beneath the skies.

From birth's first cry to final goodbyes,

A symphony of hope, where compassion flies.

Where hands of care weave strength anew,

In the heart's deep chambers, life's virtues brew.

Innovation's light, ethical hues,

In this microcosm, humanity's true.

Hope that sings, resilience calls,

Within these hallowed, healing halls.

A testament to the human fight,

Hospitals, our essence, in purest light. 

Passed all world biaind

 

Wordless power

In the soft embrace of twilight's hue, 

Where art speaks secrets only hearts construe, 

Brushstrokes blend the pain and joy we feel, 

Silent whispers, helping wounds to heal.

Compassion flows in acts so small and bright, 

A touch, a smile, in the gentle night, 

These bonds we weave with love so tenderly, 

Heal the soul, set the spirit free.

Art and kindness, woven in life's thread, 

Bring peace to weary minds, to hearts once bled, 

In this space, no words are needed here, 

Just healing light, love's echo, ever near.

Enchant made soul probable

 

Paper wisdom withers

In the quiet of the quill's dance, 

Wisdom whispers with a wistful glance. 

On paper pristine, theories shine, 

Yet in practice, they often decline.

Ideas ignite, ideologues assert, 

Truths they tout with fervent flirt. 

But when ideals meet reality's art, 

They falter, fail, and then fall apart.

From visions of wealth without the strain, 

To tales of equality that ended in vain, 

Bold proclamations in justice's name, 

Utopian dreams that never became.

Theories thrive in minds so bright, 

But stumble, stagger in the light. 

Experience, that ageless sage, 

Turns the chapter's page.

For wisdom on paper may seem divine, 

Yet practice, my friend, is the truest sign. 

Adapt, amend, adjust with grace, 

And theory’s truth will find its place.

Whole applause serenely coexist

 

Observe learn them balance

 

Wisdom Burdens Fools

 A wise man’s weight, a heavy haul, 

Deep thoughts dance in a daunting fall. 

Foolish fun, free from the fray, 

Joyful jesters jive and play.

Sage sees shadows, subtle sighs, 

Contemplation clouds the skies. 

Folly finds a field of flowers, 

Leaps in light, laughs for hours.

Burdens borne by the keen of mind, 

Complex truths, conflicts entwined. 

Bliss blooms in the simple soul, 

Carefree, wild, and whole.

Ticket trick tails unveil

 

Entitled Power

 In lands of promise, leaders rise, 

Their names in bold, beneath the skies. 

A fervent claim, a power's thrust, 

Yet wisdom's spark begins to rust.

Against the native lands they pressed, 

A trail of tears, a nation's test. 

With walls of stone, division brewed, 

The power wielded, hopes subdued.

In halls of trust, the loyal thrive, 

Their posts assured, as spoils arrive. 

Yet merit's call, a whisper faint, 

For power reigns, with no constraint.

The banks of gold, they battled fierce, 

To shift the tides, their foes to pierce. 

Economies reshaped, the storms they sown, 

In power's grip, their seeds were blown.

From Jackson's time to futures cast, 

The echoes of their shadows last. 

A title's might, the fleeting hour, 

For wisdom falters, lost in power.

Ghosts adaptation tightens fire