• moitreyee 72w

    AN(ATOM)Y

    In
    The
    name
    of some
    ethics,lame
    they trap our
    visions in shame.
    They burn the traces
    of our collapsed bones,
    to feed greedy cracks
    of the worldly smokes,
    and array people in lanes
    where even ugly doubts
    finds castles to build ways
    Least do they know or say
    That baking people in fire
    won't fill poetry-prone days.
    They shape some phrases
    like monoliths in cage
    to spill satires burying
    my strength in rage.
    or choke my rhymes
    anigh my weary shores
    Least do they know, say
    that it only lets guilt
    slam their vintage
    toxicity within
    mephitic
    door's
    ray.
    ©moitreyee