Olivia Hillaire, writer

History knows there is always a lord looking for land to rule over who is pleased to find patronage from passive peasants who prefer a pleasant life…

…they turn into tyrants more often than not, torture the ones who nurture their triumph, who trade their hard work, twist up their minds trying to trust with their hearts, only to tire themselves on the alter of taxation…

…until the earth heaves a sigh like a sieve filtering out the heaviness that hastened the Hunnic-like hegemony gathering on the horizon…

…when we must remake the map of our world, righting the wrongs many endured while whelping and working, all worse for the wear…

…mighty mountains falling to familiar forces like once fell the fortresses of long-forgotten kingdoms unfairly forged from the fields of man’s hunger…

…the oceans overflowing their iridescent bowls, indigo depths inching upwards to insert themselves into dry, cracked crevices…

…quietly quenching the thirst of the desert wanderers waking to the warmth of a sun slowly becoming the source of sweet salvation instead of slicing the days into servile halves… …at long last, we conquer the insatiable lust of lecherous men willing to declare dominance over people and dominion over land, demanding their due becomes their undoing.

by Olivia Hillaire, April 17, 2025