THE OVERTHROW
Wind of virtue and vices war,
Howlings pierced the cosmos.
Blades kissed as lovers,
In passion does the earth quake.
Distant sways of the wind,
Clamourings for the stiff-necked proclaimed,
Cheering for the flexible maintained.
Victor in the duel to find.
In the V-identity problem,
Comes all relatives to settle.
In a coup of sentiments,
Vice is hailed Virtue.
Garbed in stolen identity,
The crown decks an unfit head,
Daggers of hatred escapes its heart,
Into mother’s earth are they all descended.
Howlings pierce the cosmos,
Decked in chains of helplessness.
Lost of hope in everything humane,
There needs to be a revival
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Hmmmm. This is deep. It makes me remember when I used to understand poetry. 🙂
It’s beautiful