• A Stranger’s Requiem


    We dress ourselves in garbs of peasants
    Delighted in the deadly sins of seven
    Makeshift, the duo, Vainglory and Pride
    The two new sins, Dr. Jekyll – Mr. Hyde

    This Secret Window that delusions the mind
    Fooled me into thinking up my own designs
    To feature in this ambiance, so peaceful – my shrine
    I watch, morosely, attempting to define

    Myself, as a kid, beheading time
    For purposely killing, and writing in fine – print,
    The youth it takes, leaving behind
    The morbid, nonsensical and asinine

    They rule this world with fascist plans
    Creating the chasm that divide our lands
    Into the narrow-minded stereotypical views
    We all adapt to and choose to accrue

    Losing our rights to speak outright
    We live with doubts while the rebels fight
    They shout loudly, their beliefs, we’ve been wronged
    We’re dead; they’ve conquered and carried on

    Forgetting the morals we uphold
    Robots, we are, ignorant and bold
    We fight each other and then we run
    We’re less than nothing, The Grim Reaper’s fun.