Spring will come and rain will flow -
alas the angelic smile will never glow.
Ones who detest darkness forced into dark -
where faceless savages like vermins lurk.
The barbaric hordes hide behind a mask -
where the deaf have questions to ask.
Ironically the dumb can hear but are meek -
while society fades in gloom and bleak.
Here the beasts are like onion peel -
how deeper one may go but none can feel.
In each strata one finds a new face -
while the past one vanishes without trace.
How deep one may go, all the more -
it is an endless gamble, a heartless core.
New screams, fresh outrage, ripe news -
death of a dream, a life put to no use.
Prasenjit©2024
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