Treasure Island

Aminath Neena

(Male')

Dystopia


I took a journey once
to the land of the learned dunce
Upon a blood -red sky
along which the earth stood by
Where east and west met
Across capricious boundaries set
Amidst a chest of cocaine truffle
Behind a steamy cauldron shuffle
Shaded by ancient druids
Deceived by sherbet fluids
Within muffled sounds mimed
With the burning of flesh piped
Where a mass of intestines stretched
Across beaches and lagoons lay scattered
Whilst earthy woven tales fathomed
Among deaf tongues Interlocked
Behind the altar of the blood fleet
There, crushed as petals under feet,
were the smile of virgin girls
robbed of their silken curls
Where the bridge of humanity
Lay tattered in garments of atrocity
There the gleaming bronze of soldiers
Flashed upon trespassing waters
And when the boisterous shadows
Of their wolf pack herd narrows
Falling across fears of my past
I wake up with tears in my heart
diagnosed with a dose of myopia
On the road-to Dystopia.

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 09, 2014

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