Daunting
A voice danced
Our road is dusty
pam gbam-
Our dam goes down
They weep.
Infants in suits
They beg me: Twisted men
In children panties: bearded women!
Their minds naked
Raging in the evil winds of the desert
They have nothing
Grief dreams
vum vum vum
Like ghosts
Their ideas gaunt
Nothing.
kri kri kri
The devil in their deeds
Not a thing
shii shii shii
They sleep
That i see
Awake them!
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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