Calm?

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#006

A windless night,
Owls so scared to hoot,
Crickets silenced by cold,
Smoke billows uptight,
Contrasting the dullness...

After the crazy downpour,
Clearing the slopes,
Lodging the entire harvest,
A curse in disguise...

Door to door fury,
Demands,threats, injuries,
In the name of loyalty,
Worse than hell,
Tears and blood flood,
All under the guise of purity of OUR roots...

Deeply thoughtful,
How many will be vulnerable,
Of the archaic practises,
And the authorities claim calmness as they watch us die...