puzzling a darkness
days are with no remedies
to cover the brutality
busy clowns actively howling
to hold the length of clarity
no love but hate
no compassion but conspiracy
no understanding but puppetic dogma
orchestrating circusticaly
clowns now the bosses
with their ironed tunics
dancing with the joy of achieving
so many deaths they designed
with success
no bitter moon now hangs from the sky
sky awaits to draw a line straight to suffer
the end of lunacy of idiot power-creeper!
Pranab k c
17/02/2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem