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Five years a complacent,
Nagging of the flu kind,
Turned into a societal disappointment,
Paper-thin a mask of conspiracy,
Over bored consciousness,
Torture multiple outlets,
Surrendering to no one,
Age of the rhapsody,
Giving tickets to the clowns,
Nobody will pardon,
Outstretching the arms‘,
Silouette as it buzzes to
Another platform of silly,
Migration,
Petering the pan of sleep,
Gradually turning the tables,
Of the ragged edge of town,
Asterick six of the fallen,
Brigade,
Slowing down everything in,
It’s path of pure hell,
Bandaids of a war torn country, not,
Knowing what it wants to be,
Match with it.
Comments (1)
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!