The Descent Poem by Satish Verma
The Descent
Buried in a shiny grave,
a redefined religion
becomes the first god
of scams.
Attaining Moksha,
breaking the law of rebirthing,
in barking dogs.
This was a stunning
betrayal of―
human race.
A lone gunner
pulls out the gun and
starts shooting everyone
resembling him.
I become worried
about the mental health
of unfolding mortals.
Grief was not my asset.
The planet was falling apart.
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4/26/2024 9:51:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem with interesting lines... Grief was not my asset. The planet was falling apart. May be the world was falling down to ground.