The Mob
Hunters become hunted
The hunted become lost
Hearts get clouded
In a permanent frost
Rules are rules
Rules to be adhered
Thoughts put to standby
Hearts to be cleared
Pleas on deaf ears
Integrity dissolved
All hands now stained
Intelligence devolved
A river of anger rages
Non against the flow
'Kill them, Gut them'
Hypocrisy at its best
Justice a forgotten quest
Judgment passed on rumour
Evil breeds…
A black cancerous tumour
Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2016
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