Teeming millions blood glistening the mighty black soles
destinies minced in the polish of that one despot,
contours and jaw lines vary.
Blitzing power and hatred, the perfect manure,
irrigating acres of stone heart massive enough to lather ego.
Innocent lives forming the fodder, their fates calligraphed,
a tyrant's lust for his own karma.
Roofs and walls incapacitated to shield the proletariat,
metamorphosis of embedded wails and shrieks
fortunes hitting rock bottom,
some tiny hands deciphered, some orphaned,
some limbless, wonder where they went wrong.
Ravenous appetite for pages in history syllabus
despots amass masses, puncturing heartbeats on the way.
Countable faint breaths rasp in agony,
only to be figured just as a word in syllabus.
The shoe varies, size changes, times change,
the commoner remains the same, the whole world on his platter,
unaware mortals just a tap away, no blemish on the shoe,
their karmas entwined for a faceless doom.
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