Innocent Inequity

Innocent Inequity

A Poem by moog-drika
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#wewantjustice

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His assuasive touch, 
brought a scarlet splash out of trinket

and then, 
mishap served,
those freshly cooked foods
lying down on the busy skin of street.

Sun, 
rose to spill its howling light 
to bother her in supper-time 
but failed. 

Sun, 
had been gorgeously liquidated to set, 
or had been adored with tear-shell 
to darken atrocities, 
-to brighten atrocities.

The head of wheels, an absolute innocent
graces the innocence of throne.  

Throne, the most unerring being 
had her grotesque meal with satisfaction, 
because those foods 
  weren't meant to be kept as leftovers.

© 2018 moog-drika


Author's Note

moog-drika
breathing in one of the most safest countries :)

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beautifullly written sorry for the belated review and judging. thanks for being understanding, thanks for entry into my competition.

Posted 5 Years Ago


moog-drika

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the compliment.
a dark harsh reality depicted in words. Nicely written...

Posted 5 Years Ago


moog-drika

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the compliment. It means a lot!
The injustice of the rich against the poor. That causes so many deaths in this cruel world. Nicely penned.

Posted 6 Years Ago


moog-drika

6 Years Ago

This is so true. breathing on this earth feels like hell itself. Thanks so much dear.
Onlyme

6 Years Ago

My pleasure.
This is really great. One of my favorites of yours, I think.

Posted 6 Years Ago


moog-drika

6 Years Ago

Thanks a lot. It really made my day :'D
Too me it's like you've written two poems in one.... Divine

Posted 6 Years Ago


moog-drika

6 Years Ago

is it like you got 2 different interpretations from it that made you say so? haha thanks so much for.. read more
Simone Davis

6 Years Ago

First it made me think of grief of loosing someone when you use 'him' and the part of lying skins of.. read more
moog-drika

6 Years Ago

obviously not. I love to collect new meanings from readers for my poems. I'm so happy that I got 2 m.. read more
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I guess this one is bit bout the ongoing protest in our country, no?! :)
I can be wrong also...
But this poem does speak much louder for justice as it's being ignored since years uncountable....well not in a particular place but in the whole living world...
You always pen down something absolute and unique stunning gal....! :)
Why do I feel that author's note is a mock... but it makes sense now ;)

Posted 6 Years Ago


moog-drika

6 Years Ago

it's completely alright pretty. I understand. I'm in the same situation. But we cannot show ourselve.. read more
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6 Years Ago

😖and it hurts....Take care...and G'midnight! :)
moog-drika

6 Years Ago

aww, G'morning :D
Its a mysterious tale of what you intent to tell. When i read your descriptions below, i got to understand the hidden meaning in more subtle manner. I hope authorities look at this issue, while citizens drive safely and not rash, and all get well with time.

Posted 6 Years Ago


moog-drika

6 Years Ago

Exactly, I avoided using direct words intentionally, because I tried to make it a little sarcastic. .. read more
Dear moog-drika. I am not entirely sure what you intended to convey in your lines. I have to say though I was picking up on violence and blood spill. May be it is to do with the loss of innocence that comes so readily in some parts of the world. Thank you.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


moog-drika

6 Years Ago

Yes dear, I have given a little hint with the lines like: lying down on the busy skin of street' and.. read more

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Hey this is Mugdha, a thought poker, a life giver of words. I'm mostly into dark poetry and have a great appetite for reviving inanimate souls. I think they love me for this gesture but that's my pa.. more..

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