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These are times, When nothing rhymes

POETRY
 
These are times
When nothing rhymes

Thought is crime
Lost in time

Hoping for sign
Stars to align

Heart of kind
Had stayed behind

Hate is fine
Which is mine

For these times
Hate only rhymes

Morals are dead
Bias is fed

Bled to death
Out of breath

Ethics never let
Fight to set

Dogs to bred
Tongue of red

Women to bleed
Rape and feed

Morals are dead
Bias is fed

Heroes are gone
Comic books crown

Muscle to bone
Survive all alone

Act not debate
Battle against fate

Stress under fire
Kills all desire

Whistle is blown
Fear has grown

Heroes are gone
Comic books crown

No more time
A final sign

People are dying
No one crying

For rich dine
Chewed up crime

Anger is sublime
Dead over time

These are times
When nothing rhymes
 
Tauqeer Hussain

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