A Planet Called Corruption

There was once a planet called Corruption,

where the flowers only ever bloomed at dusk

and it was much too dim to see their petals.

The flowers were all roses and tulips and black,

and they blended in with the air around them.

Nightingales lighted on branches at dusk,

on the planet called Corruption,

but no-one ever saw their feathers

for they blended in with the air around them.

 

Corruption was a man made world,

built of silver buildings stories tall.

Where men knew and took what they wanted

and left what they didn't at the edge of a cliff at dusk.

There was no such thing  as love on Corruption;

not from fathers or brothers or sisters.

Not even from mothers.

And they all left their children lying about to care for themselves.

That is how Corruption died.

They all starved to death as babies.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A powerful poem with a great message ...Thank you for sharing...:)