Ashamed

Imprisoned within an anarchical circle, In a misery of annoyance and mortification, The blood in my eyes drops as my pen bleeds, Almost indulging me in pleasing discursiveness. Yet, a tangle of beautiful words uglily written. A veritable spring-cleaning of the soul and environment I yearn, It seemed intolerably tragic to behold, Especially this day the decay in civility smells like a rotten egg, Portraying a torture of the mind and sight in most exquisite kind, Leaving me so ashamed. Appalled in speechless disgust, As if smitten by a sudden spasm, A new trouble dawned on my thickening mental horizon, Like a piteous aspect of woe, But a true similitude of what befalls many men and women in this society. The tumultuous rush of sensations in me is endless, Tearing me apart like a twinge of embarrassment, A vague and wistful melancholy yet to be known by all, I pray for a total overhauling of religions and politics in the Giant of Africa, Because I’m so ashamed…