18 september 2020
No Reason To Wait
The vagility
was close to disaster.
Standing amid the ruins,
we were ready to break ourselves.
We had come afar
in search of the golden deer,
which we find now standing dazed
in the moon's dawn.
The dark circles under the
eyes run deep, hiding the babies
unborn, looking back at the dead,
living god.
The sick society now finds
relief in the screams of
windows, that will not allow
the sun to peep in.
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