What we already have
is the last stop
in the trip of insanity
that we embarked at some point of time
as collectives of rot and greed
striving for more
struggling for more
creating more rot and greed
Tag: Poetry
Din
In the constant clamour
and the din,
the voices of reason are stifled.
The helpless voices on the periphery
can’t even reach
the windows of their homes.
Double – faced
Double-faced predators
roam the land
unscathed in their skin
relentless in their pursuits
Mudbath
Muddy stinking sub – humans
Brushed the shiny sparkling surface of her soul
With the deadly filth
produced by their own rotten minds
The least they knew
the more they bragged.
Muddy stinking sub – humans
in the garb of borrowed humanness
cursed the humanity all along.
Float free
Float free!
That’s the dream.
But the chains are embedded in the skin.
Deepsh27 