Dark clouds and night lights were caught
Conceding irradiant stars parole like prisoners to parade
the firmament
In a stone cold twilight of turmoil
The moon knew not a smile
As the swiftness of fading winds
Gallivanting from east to west
Murdered the soothing sunset silence sweetly savored
With eyes facing the ground
Mouth locked with despair
Ears filled with hullabaloos of misery
A soul was lost in contemplation
Worried sick over this one strange malady
Paralyzing from head to heel to toe
The consummate silhouette of our naive milky way
Roving nooks and crannies are gruesome ghouls
Petrifying the very crux of humanity
Love lays mutilated with rape and treachery
Decency knows no more pride
With the metamorphosis of mediocrity into mammoth
mischief
The world is sick
On the verge of looming heart stroke and severe
narcolepsy
Weighty with fickleness is the dawn of tomorrow
With modernization oozing appalling apathy
Breeding crummy youths with non comps mentis
Amidst fear and fractious circumstances
In dazed and polluted societies
Where sanity and unity stay moribund
Are the bones of citizenry shivering to the marrow
Like a lost kid in some winter wonderland
Crucified are the canons of integrity to its
nitty-gritty
With an onslaught on morality till its glottis knew
no resonance
The aura of 1939 seeks to surface
Wooing the silver linen of hope to leave its place
God forbids we entertain another cold war
That despoiled peace and taught lips to sing songs
so sore
A soul was lost in contemplation
Worried sick over this one strange yet familiar
farce
Men scuffling for forts and wealth, minds engulfed
with strife
Tussling for rotten baubles our brood ought not to
see
Like the wrecked Titanic vestiges beneath the sea
Only time will tell
What we shall have to tell
When those yet unborn
Would ask why for long we have left the world to
look forlorn?
Laid in state is felicity in the den of degeneration
With agitations accentuated only to spawn
segregation
And as things keep falling apart
Thanks to the media for revealing our one true
impact
Of incomprehensible complacency- anarchy
The byproduct of kleptocracy, democracy and all the
‘cracy’
A soul was lost in contemplation
In a stone cold twilight of turmoil
The moon knew not a smile
Irately watching humans below sap the solace of
their beds
Resting and snoring gallingly as quagmires become dire
With zeal and keenness to effect change growing weak
Only for the world to remain sick in shambles and in
pain.
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