Resurrection
Every morning is a day of hope
Your eyes like a half blossomed flower
Swap between life and death
While waiting for the executioner's arrival
Just a lustful life
If a bottle of thirst is sought
Just a bunch of roasted sand
Sleepless nights of nightmares
A land where there is no room to flee
Silent death sightings anywhere
Blessed are the dead
Without thinking of today
Immigrated to sky Wings
The burning sun
The mortal self takes over
The land where religions rule
Man becomes a doll
Every step as someone else says
There is no life here anymore
Only the puppets of the machine age
Goddess of mercy faded away
A cruel slaughterhouse
Will there be a resurrection?
Copyright © Shelva Smenon | Year Posted 2020
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