Violence Plays High Hand Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

World wants new boss
Olds are torn, rotten, teeth broken
New this reality too hot yet too close
To your restroom

If try to make chaos
Dignity will leave your bossy gown
Understand bloody hooker
Your time has gone

Now the new will reign the wild horse
Not one
Together their strength digging grave
See their ambush to trick your pack
Henceforth gambling predicted by graveyard
Whether finally you want peace or not
Not by showing mannerism as a conspiracy
And you have no right to dictate
What is right and wrong!

Pranab k c
13/11/2024