Impressive bind and crafty made,
The cover studded with polished jade.
Pages shining with the despotic mess,
Of the blatant suffering and silent distress.
The magazine spoke in bitter notes,
And reminded people of the leader's quotes.
And with pictures and evidences it said,
Hundreds injured and thousands dead.
The pages spoke of the stories enshrined,
And that man turned to destroy mankind.
The more one read, did his heart shrink,
But spontaneous the writing with heavier ink,
The magic was everlasting indeed,
As the magazine added every wrong deed.
A sadist show of man's cruel ways,
Where injustice stands and crime pays.
Every tale as bland as the rest,
One being killed for another's detest.
A pool of blood and a child's head,
Her father impaled and mother dead.
Sins united on every page,
To further nurture the rampage.
The golden heads robbed the poor with glee,
And a million dreams strangled by poverty
.
Each article had a call to wake,
And to spark a change, for mankind's sake.
But confused eyes and busy minds,
Had ready made excuses of a million kinds.
Ignorance and tyranny now shared a side,
Yet it printed on all the horrors inside.
A brave sword to cut the shroud of fear,
In return the katana just wished for an ear.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
