Wrinkling world,
Pleasant and kind
Tell the tale to tell as told
In book of life, I cannot find
My bio-clock bizarre,
Out-of-place
Time to-late-to trace
Where you are
Was as a dream, I wished
But wakened, by wars
Blood, baths of mad men
Mask most..
The tears
Fears.
Children’s will
Is now ill.
Yes, I agree
It has fled,
Neither free
Nor in their heart or head.
Impatient nation
Your notion accepted
But change chased, comes in a slow motion
And waiting, we drowned
The hours
With walking, talking
Zombies in zoos
Our zeal exhausted in fighting,
Fleeing too
Waiting for change,
As she comes of age.
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