an era

feeling follicles of fragments shattered; 

in the inland they are plastered- iron walls of deadly diseases

destroying families overseas.

for it is fiction- 

a flop of an era 

not a disease but barricades of beastly people they call "citizens". 

we wait in fear, for war awaits

like loneliness occurs, a criminal is made.

this is not my country, 

the country I know of crimson king and cotton candy. 

tis' a country of despair and disaster of a dooming society. 


  • peto

    Not nonsense k
    Very real and possible
    Good write

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.