EPOCH OF HARD TIMES
In this frightful time
Of fighting ghost dreams
Knights of blissful sorrow
That wore armour of fiery tales
In this horrid time
Of wearing imprudent wings
Soaring against the altitude of time
Running after the shadow of tomorrow
With yesterday meaningless stance
In this awful time
Of valueless pride of putrescence days
Where birds are singing song of dirge
Over the detriment of the beautiful vultures
That littered the meadow with fruitless stale
In this awkward time
Of mutilators deciding fate and destiny
The elephants in the room of power
Graveyard filled with glittery dead hopes
That kept purchasing wild goose eggs
In this terrible time
Of blossom roses in ageless famine
Guts of mortals; home of rusty jewels
With days full of night and dark dreams
With help hands full of friendly thorns
In this terrific time
Of roaring blizzard blowing wind of misery
Death donning peace, vending free tickets to hell
Hell is here, Mortals never wish for another hell
While they loom in this epoch of Hard Times.
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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