I witness something awful; something terrible. An avid reader crucified like a crucible in a hot sweltering sun, there he was displayed like a statue.
The crowd wonder at this marvel. He’s screaming in pain, cursing every curse words till his voice hearse, still no one heard, his languished on deaf ears.
Instead people laugh and cheer and they thanked God that it’s here, that is happening.
The wolf howled in unison, creating a baleful veil of violence.
It’s a tragedy and celebration, a messed up mutation that shows humanity is no better than animals.
He passed alone and forgotten; but somedays I see him.
A lone man crucified and his cries still linger in my deaf ear.
- Author: kai-leah ( Offline)
- Published: September 6th, 2023 11:02
- Category: Unclassified
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