Catastrophe prone shadow that resembles a story book evil
Diabolical silk woven from devious minds
Corrupt world of pure upheaval
Once inside you become confined
Things forgotten brought in like cotton
Dark streets never wanted
To let a person go home
Until they feel like they are haunted
From the wealth they needed before the throne
Which becomes their reason for treason
Shadow economy thrives on fraud
It rides upon a poor soul's shoulders
Culprits perceived like they are clawed
Heavy and thick like boulders
Dancing in corrupt unity
Desperate times call for deadly measures
Colorful faces turn tinted white
From their guilt like broken treasures
Those who were once like knights
Fall victim to their own gambles
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Author:
Habibi (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Vivid metaphorical imagery. 🙂
Thank you, darlings.
Great poem! Awesome imagery.
Much appreciated!
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