The revolution comes forthwith,
The evil institutions trampled on,
Anarchy now takes precedence,
Incidences make it vivid,
The greedy hyena,
now chased by the antelope,
The hunter is now the hunted,
Time and time again,
The people now fed up,
with chewing cud,
And lying on mud,
Makes them mad,
There is no place to escape,
Besieged,
Though beseeched,
The warning never took heed,
The time now is come,
This is the moment,
The atonement lands on deaf ears.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
