And they cheer
Hear the silence of time
As the stillness rally
A redundancy in rhyme
Chants in the Death Valley
The shivery breezes of summer,
Stagnate the blossomy fall.
The clamming descending icicles
Swing before the winds stall
A superficiality in depth
That breaks the egos modesty
The briefness in length
With a true deceit to honesty
And all the colors parade in the shade of depression
As the world proceeds to its succession
An ironic viscous circle is life’s confusion
But some write the plot the conflict and conclusion.
They twist the harmony of universe
To fit their needs
And on the corpse of justice they gluttonously feed
they gain fame and the spectators believe
They cheer
They roar
They confide
And follow...
They create illusions of something hollow
Then their illusions turn to a cause That wears different hats and shawls
It becomes either
Democracy or sovereignty
Or the fight for existence and entity
Loath resurrects to concur with no persistence
Wars erupt as consciousness subside
Lives get lost as races collide
Their richness rise, as their morals collapse
And the followers bow down, as their modesty get relapse
And They parade in the shade of depression
they proceed to their succession
They cheer
Nature loses it’s sanity,
Heaven abducts the deity
But for their earthly god they cheer
Then comes the day when souls get collected
Some stay to cheer some get selected
Martyrdom those who stay shout
then the silence echoes in the Death Valley
And the stillness of time rAlly
To a melancholic finale
