Travesties of tragedy
There was once beauties in my land,
very fruitful from clouds to sand,
And advocates of bossmanship rode-in;
dust of sands began to cry in sin.
When nature refused to be caged;
walls of my nation began lying in heaps of ruins,
When gold could not find a path for seizure;
Calamity of integrity clash will flood amidst entities.
Goddess of "what-else and priestess of "pretence"...
all I have seen lurking around our honeyspace;
For knights of blood is our rulers in distress,
and forerunners of seven-headed mistress.
Again, when nature refused to be caged;
politics became carnival of blood splash,
When peace, love and unity rejects immunity;
female wombs will contest for "the best weaponry arsenal" .
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
30/07/2017
01:49 PM
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
Travesties of tragedy
There was once beauties in my land,
very fruitful from clouds to sand,
And advocates of bossmanship rode-in;
dust of sands began to cry in sin.
When nature refused to be caged;
walls of my nation began lying in heaps of ruins,
When gold could not find a path for seizure;
Calamity of integrity clash will flood amidst entities.
Goddess of "what-else and priestess of "pretence"...
all I have seen lurking around our honeyspace;
For knights of blood is our rulers in distress,
and forerunners of seven-headed mistress.
Again, when nature refused to be caged;
politics became carnival of blood splash,
When peace, love and unity rejects immunity;
female wombs will contest for "the best weaponry arsenal" .
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
30/07/2017
01:49 PM
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