Reporting From The Gate Of Hell Poem by Swamidhason Francis

The pro designer thumbed up;
The digital camera was ready to capture;
And the TV anchor appeared in lively rapture
With rehearsed lines that mocked in poise rhymed poems written in prose.
“As we are the first to access the hostile terrains wherein the Moon rose
In morn as the Sun took rest then, rising safely at night only in the west,
To telecast live the horrors of brutal throat slitting to our abilities best,
When the brutes in black mask prayed as humans cried like braying sheep;
Today, we get another first to our credit as we report from the historic gate
That opened first millions of years ago; Cain was the first human to reach this gate
Followed by trillions of humans to the gain of Lucifer who is here the King!
Opposite to me you can find the rusted gate that looked like a wasted thing!
Yes…you guessed it right! I’m Diva reporting from the gate of Hell!
Hold your breath; after the commercial break, we’ve burning stories to tell.


5/4/2015