POETIC JUSTICE 10 – By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey


They had the meat, they hid the knife
They entwined peppered cobwebs
That obviated our sight
Their sweet melodies
Stole our senses
And our reasons were robotted
We followed
Like shephardless sheep
To a destination unknown
In clear daylight
We were obscured
We heard their hidden laughs
Which they said were lamentations
Their cakes they consumed
And still had much to spare
They fed us with the usual
Sped away with unusual
If we don’t wake up now
A blighted tomorrow awaits
By the door of chaos
Where our ripped sparse garments
Bare our barely-there future cadaver

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