8th June
Shout shout scream
So we can't hear the crying.
Speak up, put out dream.
Swimming with a throat so dry.
Problems and even mores,
Make believing golden sun.
Bush fires and cyclones,
Colour draining service gun.
Viraling the everythings,
Virus to cutting hair.
Fireworks in pineapple,
Ivories are not rare.
Wowing by every move,
Breaking records in a row.
Broken morals, rotten minds.
How far can it go?
Everytime I draw a line
Close and closer to hell,
Overachievers with no conscience
Outdone themselves.
Apologise to everything
Caused damage, can't undone.
Devastated, embarrassed
To be called a human.
Copyright © Diya Dutta Roy | Year Posted 2020
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