Dystopia
We hear a shrill cry,
Above a bird swiftly flies,
They suddenly appear,
Creatures of the night,
Cloaked in silhouette forms,
We look in dismay,
End of an era we envisage,
A prophecy foretold,
Harbinger to a new dispensation.
June 9, 2022.
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