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