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Thursday, 18 March 2021

It's just two words.

Shut the doors for the sake of nightly claws
and shut the doors from a knightly cause
I get the fear from the rushing boars
but it's clear, division is a distraction for the poor
Amen is greeted with pause discounting the source
of what people do to people with fatal force
hidden until the profitable message can be endorsed
to split the populace with prepaid walls
to quell the call of humane jaws
for voicing that human rights is already written into law.

melancholy melody.

Those tuneful tones keep hitting that lazy bone
still keep on coming, with uncountable loads 
walking upon those unchartable roads 
snowing the invisible tracks, while reciting the cold
greeting their Yeti with story's old
imaginatively retold, from the people that froze
for that lonely road was invaded by princely toads
telling their silver lining, how their legs have grown 
everyday they ribbit the ribbit, echoing false gold
moaning by the fire that their yeti's have turned trolls
yet they brag upon the people and turn them to polls
a statistic from which they mould 
pricing up the message each time the story gets retold.

Wednesday, 17 March 2021

Censorshipped.

Solo slit, ripped to a satanic drip
watch the flow, out as blade slips
stretched skin, sneakily split
ill leadership taking ownership
of a sociopaths script, skin unzipped
tighten the grip to a lost membership
and, that's it. 
This is where I draw the line, to keep these hands ill-equipped.

Monday, 8 March 2021

Grey days.

Hollow points to the open chest
wall shackled with this eternal rest
slowly drift away, vacantly possessed
silently look up for a selfish request
aimlessly addressed, as the bullets suppressed.

A world away, a whole world decays
slowly makes way to a hole on display
each day it replays, 'pon a screen painted grey.

Thursday, 4 March 2021

Ridge beside troubled waters.

River wide, what do hold inside
is it life or death that presides in 
try to dive in but guarded, Poseidon
stood sided, what are you hiding
why is it only dry dirt that I'm finding
is this defining, or is it just your lining.