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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A dream, bad from every nook In front of my eyes, so painful. Eyes of mine being tearful And petrified of the remembrance, I looked. Deep down somewhere inside the heart Lies a monotonous melancholy, Lording slowly, speaking distinctly Of the ones, moving willingly or unwillingly, apart. The awful reverberation of the pains, The anomalous silence of the lips Makes no good to the victims’ deeps But to menace the already-made stains. Love and affection, nothing but an illusion, Drive the youths, sometimes, into a circle so vicious Making them, gradually, sub-conscious Of the foredooming situation. The hazardous ambiance of betrayal, So treacherous, so obnoxious Makes us so ferocious To trust in one being more than loyal. Women and even small girls Practicing and participating in prostitution Though a taboo to the sophisticated civilization, For a mouthful forget their morals. Jobless the students are, so hopeless Leave no reason for education. Depressed to the manhole of frustration Question their independence. The merciless slaughtering of people And of the innocent newborns, so cruel The carnivorous minds inside, that dwell Are they better than animal? The miring sins, all around A sinister awaits the weak, Till this insatiable appetite of Politics Forever will be sound. For us, the same Day or Night, it is. Our conscience to protest it is Upon which, hovers the clouds of shame. Forcing us to do what we should not In the name of God, either, Or by reasons of fear, Hurts our life and existence, a lot. To the bloodthirsty vampires, Stop these barbaric games Of pretending to hold your false fame Leading to your catastrophic massacre. For a year or two, if these pursue, I fear, Ruthlessly skinning and ripping the society For the highest worldly possession, money End of the world is not too far, my dears.
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