So Called
Lend none sorrow, only
it poor can borrow till
the end breath!
None and nothing here
The biggest than atomic
superiority!
This world is heaven for
superpower and living
morgue for poor hunger!
Justice becomes now
just ice ! Creams on it
board of gambling dice!
Now, for this world Death
Angel has no room for his
mercy in matured death!
Civilization, still in the
womb of lilac flower for
deflowered rosy stalk.
Aristocratic, elite, educated
civilized, cultured, religious
words of business
So called every I’m addicted
in whore's shore of trading
press.
-October 29, 2018 Chattogram
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
