ANARCHY
Cries are blooming our ears
Tears are flowing down our eyes
Our hearts are mourning in agony
We are sick and down in acrimony
Blood is flowing on the ground
Flesh decays and taint the ground
The powerful tortures the weak
With no hope of an end, in every days of the week
What they call government becomes a mess
As they rule us with no heart of kindness
What was meant for us is now against us
They're mirage to our own circus
Agonizing to witness horde of persons
Treated like some pestilential eyesores
One breath is too cheap for the life-harvesters
Thousands of lives is not too cost for the warmongers
Our lamenting souls knows no hope
Of the end of the terrors ravaging our land
We're already dead in the heart before
Each strike will drop from their hands
We're now in a lawless state
Where death has build its own estate
Our cries haven't seen any sign of stoppage
This is the state of our anarchic page
©Israel Onoruoiza
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