Demons Poem by Anshi Ranpara

The creepiness of our Earth,
Belongs to the far away.
Where freeloaded bloodsuckers,
And classical parasites sway.

Unknown by humans,
Listening to mysterious wails,
The nauseous red gore,
Eating up filthy snails.

Wearing mucky attire,
The demons chase,
Since years..
Humans tolerate this mucky fate.

The daunting red eye,
Visible exclusively in shade,
Highly impractical wars,
Make a new outrage.

After all those classics,
Lie very close to our death,
Lets get rid of them,
And give them favor of virtue.
-John Keats