Residue
I am a result of every derisive compromise
Remainder in imperfect division by the unwise
I find my shelter in unbalanced equation
Unfortunate atrocities and oppression
I thrive on the indecision of a frail, greedy, selfish
mind
On boundaries drawn by you, mankind
Residing in the ill-conceived decree
I ensure that ‘Thou shalt not be truly free’
I propagate through underground movements
And breed in disconsolate hearts of refugee tents
Skulking furtively behind the scene,
I take softness and youth out of kid and teen
On the sidelines in forced times of peace,
I am a hidden sign of a chronic disease.
Often stoked by corrupt souls,
I soar my head from the gallows’ poles.
I am a catalyst, a medium, a
self-fulfilling prophecy
Masquerading as a maudlin mob, a
misguided youth, or an unthinking army
You feed my core, and forge me more.
Till your soul is weak and mind not free
I will scourge you and create more debris.
Only to be harvested by a power-hungry few,
I am nothing but the unaccounted ‘residue’.
posted by vagrant_vikas @ 11:13 PM
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