Brittle
bones, throne of thorns
Laid the
man who once ruled
Tears
descending from wrinkled face
Once stood
upon the human race
Scratching
the wall with bloody nails
Preclude
the past, rest ashore undone
Hand once
rocked the cradle, depreciated
Love lost
not found, thy hate is inflated
In blinding
power lurked no fear
Time stores
no debts, in fact reciprocate
The blood
he spilled, sons he lynched
Soul intact
but agonized, flesh and bones emancipate
Masked as
valor, hides deviousness
Lured
imbeciles to portray horror
Those who
forget they will die
No one can
save them even their mother’s cry
Written By,
Asjl Khan
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