Theme: Animosity

Toxic Terror

I know we need oxygen to survive
yet fail to grasp when its supply routes shut
as tall benign trees fall helplessly
with stretching hands finding no prop.

Some children forced not to join mates
in prayers or playful antics, wince in pain
as tender shoots trimmed, roses plucked
with serenity receding in a restful garden.

Smiling, joking folks no longer seen
crackling, whipping hands on the rise
lashing, lacerating tongues more sharp
toxic men devastate the land!


More By  :  Sony Dalia

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