Civilisation Poem by Avik Roy
Civilisation
When you bleed,
They take care to wash the streets clean.
So that flowers may adorn,
And candles be lit,
The day they will be commemorating.
Hanging up the posters bright,
They adjust the lights left and right.
If there be no pictures to share
How will you know how much they care?
Disdainfully the faces pass,
Masked in black, a moving circus...
The hungry child, the limping dog
Are nothing but a dead log...
Guns. Violence. Machines. Automation.
Proudly celebrate the march of civilisation....
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4/24/2024 8:06:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Disdainfully the faces pass, Masked in black, a moving circus... The hungry child, the limping dog.guns, voilence, machines.......... you have powerful observation.... write about the evils of the society... perhaps we can change the society.... thank u. tony