Not knowing what to do,
She went to the queue,
Following the crowd
Was what she could do in this place so loud.
Looking around
She could only frown.
The once jolly people from town
Wearing those fancy gowns,
Were close to their breakdowns.
Cries were heard
Instead of the chirps of birds.
Eyes full of tears
Showed their fears.
People scattered everywhere
Showed their paths were leading them to nowhere.
People are dying,
Their families are crying,
But all their cries for help
Were unheard by them.
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Author:
Rhys (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2021 15:15
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Comments1
Your poem applies to all the man made crisis we are seeing around us and still confused about it's perpetrator
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