Impassioned perturbed, I look at life. <br />At concrete jungles and their strife. <br /> <br />Rainbow’s promise shredded to naught. <br />Pouring shards on the weary path. <br /> <br />Bitterness stirs the vacant heart. <br />Blurry gaze at the apple cart. <br /> <br />Smoke and smog suffuses through. <br />Spreading scourges of pain and flu. <br /> <br />The sun it hides in Stifling skies. <br />Truth, too, engulfed in deceitful lies. <br /> <br />Earth-tones once, that stood back blues. <br />Now like devils dance, to autumn hues. <br /> <br />Whence they riot, for whom they float; <br />on embers Innocence, as they gloat! <br /> <br />Sit on tombs and suppress their glee. <br />Interred the bones and set them free. <br /> <br />When roosting rooks are back at home. <br />To tell off giants, as pygmies, gnomes. <br /> <br />When shalt not stand, mounts and hills. <br />Only carmine ponds shall eke out thrills.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winds-of-revolution/
