Civil War
A Poem by Faridoon Shahryar
Clouds are drifting with
An alarming pace
And the march towards
The jungle
Is injected with an
Uncanny nervousness.
Why such a deluge
Of people
Camping in
Inhospitable conditions?
Why are they ripping off
Trees and amputating branches?
Familiar faces,
Who hung out together
Are ready with archaic
Stone age weapons
Pointing the chilling sharpness
At each others throats.
I could see a lion
Sitting unconcerned
In a corner
Knowing fully well
He doesn't need to hunt,
Once the flesh falls down
He just have to eat and chew,
A king sized life.
The animals have taken over the city
As the jungle is lit up by a
Fire of inhumanity
The clouds are confused
No amount of peace water
Can douse the madness now!
