Atrocities Poem by MBJ Pancras

Venomous creatures drink the innocent's blood,
Barborus worms stroll in shiny attires,
Filthy beetles spit on the holy writ,
Savage dancers trample the fertility of the soil,
Drunken lawbreakers smear the sacred justice,
Brainless monkeys fall at the feet of stray dogs,
Bloody mongrels eat the veins of the innocent dove.
Bullet trains trap the wheels of the bullock carts,
Ostentatious jackets roll into the air making gimmicks of survival,
Rusty steel rods try to build baseless monuments,
Lawless dead cobras penetrated in dirty hearts of drunken monks,
The living is dying and the dead is shrouded with the attires of 'gold'.
The drama of life hath been turned unto the limerick of survival
Flames of fire and waves of oceans turned 'gainst the code of life,
Nowhere breeze, nowhere peace, and nowhere life,
For Nature is disobeyed and the sun fails to rise, and moon discoloured,
For the survivors on earth have killed their conscience.
And atrocities have taken the rusty scepter against peace.