We live in an agony of desire
Which our eyes tend to reject
Aspiring of achieving eternal brilliance
We fail to accord respect
Walking under the desert sky
The ghostly dust devils approached
But this virtual body intended to pave deeper into the ritual resins
Into the funery treasures being encroached
We stabbed the nature with our scientific detachment
Now the sky is covered with dark bellied clouds
Like a casket grey ambushing the stars
Making it seem like worn-out shrouds
It's love qnd regard that need a place
More than the stunning artefacts we've all around
This thirst will empty you like a bottle of water
Which will be crushed and then thrown onto the ground
It's no wonder how much we've evolved
From apes to humans to gluttonous pieces of mass
It's not riches that make us powerful and noble
But how much soulful we're in this filthy morass
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Written- September 2020
P.S. I orignally wrote this one for an english assignment where we had to use a bunch of phrases and make a poetry out of it, so in case any one's wondering why i got so many metaphors, then there's that 😂🤦🏿♀️
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