Woke up from a bad dream
Fearing my sibling's security
As you all know how risky
Society is getting to be
There are beasts all over
Hiding their mammoth interior
Pretend they are a great person.
But at the back of their mind
They are arranging how
To Assault our small ones
Who have not however
Entered the world of Grown-up
Woke up because of a Dream
Shivering and crying
in torment Fearing
how to spare my Little one
from the Peril
And then from Messy Beast.
Turning back I see
My Small one says, sister,
I need to go with you
And Running toward me
Holding on to my finger
With her charming plump hands
I say, Yes you'll
but Promise
you may not run around
Always adhere to me
Then I take you with me
I fear clearing out them behind
With a society full of beasts
Even in times of crises
Where somebody is dying
Because of Covid-19
You hear most
Worst of the worst news
That the mammoth attacking our small one.
Why not kill the monster
instead of sending them
to prison for a few years?
Why should we give
the beast another chance at life
when they didn't value
the lives of our children?
Together, let's defeat the beast.
By allowing the beast to experience
the same pain, inch by inch,
without pausing for even a second,
just like how they did to our children
Who was sobbing in such agony?
When I speak about taking another life,
you would believe that
I am no different from this filthy beast;
but,
keep in mind that we shall be
referred to as monster hunters.
YOU ARE READING
Beginning of belief and thinking
RandomIt's the collection of short storys and other random notes .... Expressing my thought through short note. live and work and dream each has his little scheme sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry and thus the days pass by.....
