Sun is set, cloud is red,
Shop is closed, traffic’s on the road,
Every’s aim is to get home
Cos’ night is here, Dark has shown
Most are home, …tired,
then gate closed
Strips, playing dirty
Crooks, getting ready
All from their shattering zone,
Ready to strike like a Cobra in a chaos.
Skulls, bones, stones, signalling a danger zone,
Lamentation, incantation, Spreeing in a tune
Only understood by the underworld alone
That even the intelligent few failed to know
The tune of the raid
Makes them ‘swag’ like the ‘maimed’
Bustling, Rushing and Smashing the rack
On your mark, innocent souls ready to be hacked.
Kneeling on their knees; Busting with tears,
All this craving causing more Snares.
On hearing the sound of the spark
Twinkle, twinkle like the very little star
On the hype of a ‘slap’
The eyes see ‘stars’ …imprinting a map.
Striking with a big dagger
After swallowing the bottled lager,
Taste so bitter, ‘Flexing’ like a ‘Baga’
Topping it with some ‘Shangaria’
Steaming with a very high beef,
Heaving a sigh of relief
After beheading an innocent, just from a grief
For no reason in brief.
Men of the underworld
With Swords on board,
On its strike and spill of blood
One feels as if there was never a ‘God’
The world indeed is a danger zone,
Man is warned not to be alone
Hence he ends up on the street naked & cold
Fear, Oppression, depression will engulf his whole,
Then spend rest of his life in the dungeon’s hole.
Behold, Man’s not born to suffer this whole,
Even his sin, seen as an array of scenes
Which induced the Creator, set a seal
That His son Only could stop these ills
Just for the sake of this rot
To be evacuated out of its ‘Hut’
In stopping the undue ‘hurt’
Melted out in all sort…
Crowned with thorns,
Belittled and flogged,
Died on the cross,
All for a loss?