Laced in sugar coated promises,
their acidic intentions,
shred your skin,
and then a balm of
crispy green leaves
is pitifully handed,
as if that’s all your worth
a bundle of paper!!
honesty their slave,
buried in dungeons deep,
dance of democracy
lightens their colorful evenings
shedding off,
whatever that’s left of,
withering hopeful future.
**My take on the ever growing claws of corruption.
Written for
love it.
How are you today?
Happy end of November!
Appreciated your support to our poetry picnic,
Hope to see you share today,
A random poem or old poem will do the wonders too.
Your talent rocks.
Hope to see you in.
xoxox