The Mob Poem by amar qamar

The Mob

Rating: 5.0


Hunters become hunted
The hunted become lost
Hearts get clouded
In a permanent frost

Rules are rules
Rules to be adhered
Thoughts put to standby
Hearts to be cleared

Pleas on deaf ears
Integrity dissolved
All hands now stained
Intelligence devolved

A river of anger rages
Non against the flow
'Kill them, Gut them'
Hypocrisy at its best
Justice a forgotten quest
Judgment passed on rumour
Evil breeds…
A black cancerous tumour

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 22 August 2013

powerfully written truth with good imagery!

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