The DescentA Poem by Satish VermaBuried in a shiny grave, a redefined religion
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. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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