The bosses of the world gone,
and the society being torn.
The state of confusion,
like the primeval state of chaos.
The streets glimpse blood and flames.
The buildings evoke smokes.
The four wheeled machines flipped.
The street lights flickered.
Silent streets sounded the searing,
the clear sky enveloped.
The humanity beamed bright red,
like a hunger game with zero motive.
The mother covered his eyes.
She stared fearfully.
The child held tight to her.
Run!
The menace chased with a knife,
threat of death closens up.
It was like a waste,
like another sacrifice.
Two sacrifices
The skies fleed sheets.
Currencies exchanging.
The four-walled turned worthless,
so did the lives of dead.
Their eyes coloured green.
They scooped the cash-ful ground,
laughed like a psychopath,
and kissed the bills.
The supreme court burned,
the stations crushed,
the cells busted,
the securities killed.
Silence heard the screams,
like a thud in space.
Lives flashed like sirens,
population divides swiftly.
The bosses of the world gone,
and the society being torn.
The world like a puzzle,
fragile, shuffle, crumble.
Was it the disappearance?
Yes.
It vanished into thin air,
the statute and discipline.
It didn’t twist nor change,
but the justice undefined.
It was abolished.
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Author:
Vincent (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had an inspiration after seeing the news regarding Ukraine and Russia’s political tension awhile ago. This poem addresses the aftermath and the illustration of society when the governance are absent globally.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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