Failed and Creativity Mourned
Throttled pain and it’s come again,Why it strikes me , I care to know,
All the doors kept ajar and my joys are drained,the peace is gone and the pain seems to grow.
The druid churns the magic potion,But men and women to take along,
More gains are his only notion,& not his goal and he’s so wrong.
Power blinds his wretched mind,Dying creative powers they soak to grounds ,
Oh! His deeds put all to the grind,Of the hallways, whose gonna turn it around.
People cry their minds a whisper,Passion dies yet another death each day,
All time idly spent in repent, things not achieved all kept at bay.
Winds of change come sweeping across the globe,A new brotherhood of people he plans to build ,
The soothsayer swings his wand & depths he probe,Trusts he those who’s desires are unfulfilled.
My plea to them is to let go of ego and come together,Together all must be to tackle the dark forces that surround,
As forces across the globe are down in the slump in all weather,It’s creativity that will bring back from depths,to astound
To build the cult the soothsayer has begun,Err if it has been, now there is no way on land but to move ahead,
The dominos must align as now nobody must be the favorite son,Cause the ships in troubled waters have already fled………….
Copyright © Sashi Prabhu | Year Posted 2012
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