Crimson nights

Thawing the sky

Minds left spun

Woes disguised

 

Cascades of ruptures

Bitter tastes and a sigh

No sympathy bestowed

And no room to cry

 

“Peace sells” they say

Can’t figure out why?

Before you even tumble

They start bantering high

 

A fist or a gun

For malice or for fun

“The mint chase”

A mere setting of stage

This rubble of void souls

Drifting towards a carnage

 

Grim eyes

Grim souls

& grim hopes

 

This baffled globe is like

Entangled ropes