The Good TimesA Poem by KushalThe title of the poem is strongly sarcastic. The poem depicts the present times; where nothing is right, nothing is just, nothing is tolerable.
Onyx skies, and frozen clocks
On guillotines, the humans bark. Bullets breeze, made of plasticines, Out of spleens. Gaping out, at the ailing streets Where blasphemy and religion meet. Bambinos speak, for partisans cheap, An unheard scream. Dingy cells, and stingy cops, Wearing treachery, and disguising props. Women raped, on a roadside stop, For their thrill.... Comradeship dropped, like yellow piss, A bed of roses, and Judas’ kiss. Diabolical fiend, peeling his outer skins, For peace. No one tries to mend this hour, And no one tries to kill this scar. Everywhere preached, yet can’t be reached It’s so far... © 2012 KushalAuthor's Note
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Added on September 7, 2012Last Updated on September 7, 2012 Tags: Philosophical, Social Outcry AuthorKushalKolkata, Asansol, IndiaAboutAn 18 year old freelance writer, in view of connecting with the literary world. more..Writing
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