My Literature, Poetry, sonnet

Babies are snatched from mother and seedlings from seed

SONNET : Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

Hey man! Millions of baby are comming,

their future space, luck, and need

whenever they start searching 

they get hurt when hard to feed

They get hurt everywhere you left mess.

encroached, marginalized, jeopardized and hunted

you just are enjoying by contributing less

come down and ask everyone how they are fainted


You set yourself top of the pyramid

ignoring the roles of the creator

babies are snatched from mother and seedlings from seed    

Octogenarians are forced to work you never know the power of greater

Nero you are, joy single yours

yours single joy, cordoned by future, no more yours

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Writing 201 : Poetry – FUTURE, SONNET


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