Pandering

by Satish Verma   Jul 9, 2017


In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity.
I asked the moon
to scan the chest.

Fever was rising.
You eject your eyes in a bowl
of silver to read the
lines of money.

A stark effect overwhelms
the spectrum, like the components
of a booty, to be digested
for deep flaws of society.

I should, if I could
rip open the zipped mouth
of black death to count the
teeth of shrunk questions.

After all it was democracy.

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  • 6 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Society can be twisted and greedy.

  • 6 years ago

    by chandelier

    a really strong piece
    great work :)

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Satish,

    Very powerful piece of writing

    Michael

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