Soliloquy

Things fall apart
Banshees wail from afar
The forests quakes solemnly
The epitaphs overshadows the eulogy

Bodies mar the footpath to salvation
Power blocks the door to justice
Flowing red streams stink of dreams never to be accomplished
Paid tormentors languishes in the tears of millions

I've no voice no matter how much I scream
Deaf ears awaits the ones that speak
Do we exist or live?
Why do I say my last prayers at night and when a man in uniform approaches

Every breath feels like the last
Death traps, bandits, failing health
Death rears its ugly head with every policy
The full weight of atrocities backed by arbitrariness

I watch my soul escape my body as I breathe
The throat silent as I scream
The cabals feasts on my lazy meat
This place stinks of blood, tears and mismanagement
I fancy myself a body waiting for his funeral

©doughty