Plague of our time
2 min readBy Atok Dan
Our plague, our curse of time
When we talk of it, it fails us most
dubbed in reddish appearance,
it glows with wild wind on our land,
its wings and claws are as hard as cuticle
on the back of ancient tortoise under the sea
the plague of our time
Its sharp teeth penetrate flesh like lightening
the plague has shaken our foundation,
rifted our wings of happiness,
corroded our bank reserve
our padlock suffers from its hard blows
peripheries of our nation had never imagined,
the dreadfulness of the plague that renders our yellow star blurred
The two tribes of nation vows no more of patriotism,
the poor and the rich that form our national dichotomy
all are plagued by the abysmal
neither the poor nor the rich secure endowments of our land
all have gone in greed
the plague of our time is the beast of modern era
pillars of national foundation became flimsy
we are bound with no bonds of a durable house that can withstand storms
plagued in no time of history,
not even years have gone to warrant such a mess
In only a calendar,
our blood is riddled with caffeine,
a misdeed of failed states
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