সোমবার, ১৩ জুলাই, ২০২০

a moaning wind rolls along the streets

Like narrow minded men that died never knowing the vastness of the universe , a them-like unfortunate night descends on the doors of citizens tired from running the machineries of ignorance and oppresssions day long -
A moaning wind rolls along the streets and blows into sinister illegitimate alleyways created un-planned between the temples of corporate capitalism
Big fat trucks wearing police badges stages an elaborate protocol spinning and winding the roads drenched and drunk with the night into their murderous tires
The orange glow from the eyes of the sodium giraffes turns red as they stop eating the state-supplied leaves hanging from the skies - that only giraffes can reach and eat- and informs the colour change is supposed to hide the blood
The pharmacies adorn themselves with fierce vulgar colours like prostitutes and stand along the road of a whole city turned into a red light district by giraffes - allowed to eat from high branches supplied by the state - waiting in a depressed manner for the customers- their pathetic citizens to arrive,
Dogs who fed on garbage politics scandals for years runs raging naked through the pavements amusing a standing man - a child of father night - with their nakedness while he condescends the descending doom out of his sheer arrogance
Men that memorizes the unmemorables, who gets high on puzzles, mathematics and due to some pervert nature remembers bithdays of lost poets and novelists whose work they don’t read - moved up in their dearest hierarchy of slaves- system they beleive their god-to kill off poets and mathematicians are now hiding in their mercedeez, bmws, and whatevers with guns and knives and condoms behind their pitch black police protocols.
A gia-e-normous blue flaming fire burns from books rounded up and their writers piled up fucked by liberal democratic masters for being true and truth being the most possible obscene had their guts and pages ripped out, their tounges, genitals, words, sentences cut edited, heads crushed splattering brains like fallen krishnochuras and some fed to the naked dogs under charges of hurting the beliefs,feelings of general public, adds a purplish tinge to the whole night. 

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