Let’s talk about the elephant in the room...


                     GUNS...

Guns don’t hurt, wound or **** people

People with those guns

Hurt, wound and **** people...

      
         So very sad news

Happening throughout our world....

He said that when he came home from the war
He thoughtfully packed all his uniforms
Into his good ol’ Marine Corps sea bag
Took it out to the back yard
                                               and burned it

create poetry
with your lips pressed together
love is the best art

s.s

In that slum, cried a soul
A guttural cacophony with frown
"Bring me some food
Or else I'll lose my hue"
Nobody responded and so the son
Dear fainted with the thirst of love
Day in and day out
As the soul slowly drowned
Nobody cared and so the son
The dear died drowned in hope
Nobody reckoned nor even the son
The departed soul
With the cacophony in frown
Cried, "May the Almighty bless you
For I've faded my hue..

Ah! The most awaited moment
Now, approaching by degrees"
Chanted a gullible girl
As she breathed the blow of breeze
From a severely punished window
In a junk rusty vehicle
She enchanted her heavy heart
With the happiness at the highest pinnacle
She was anonymous in that mob
Without advices and unworthy suggestions
The overstrain upon her brain
Urged her to leap onto actions
Her dreadful years of shackled confinement
And her teary eyes weeping with lashes
Lack of love, lack of leisure
Just for the attainment of cash
It has been only four hours
Since she fled away
With some cash and brawn
Her way was prepared to pave
As she rejoiced her heart
With liberty, love and leisure
The gullible girl was engulfed by the cult
Of a chauffeur driving an unknown vehicle
The rusty vehicle burnt into flames
And so the gullible girl
Her first journey became her disastrous departure
Unrecognized of the heartshaking return
Of her innocence
The ashes carried a soul
Unfulfilled and unquenched..

In that algal bloom marshland
Lived a frog with his wife once
Feeding his wife every day
The frog was now tired and tedious
"Oh! My beloved, I can't feed you much
For I'm already old and broken"
His beloved was no longer in delight
As she was in a frenzy of fright
"We can't leave our birthplace
We're not in a great haste
Let us gobble up anything
A twig, a bug or a little fish
Let's settle up our lives
For we have to thrive"
Slowly and steadily
The marsh was empty
All it own was dump like a bin
No pathogens, no bug, no fish
Except two souls counting days till death
As they worked hard with their breath
The marshland was now the property
Of a government official at duty
He called for drainage cleaners
To build there shopping centres
To disappear the marshland
In the crystals of water vapour
As workers dug deep inner
All they unearthed was algae
Nothing more than that
Nothing less than this..