Carried away on a fumbled direction.
To a land of foreign tone.
A word of mouth, a rib to bear a weight
Cause and action raised to question.
In corrupted brew of bloody wax
A plague raged indiscreet, unabashed.
A pierced jargon offends that thought.
Brings frust’ a congregation.
In search of bored integrity.
In torn beyond relief.
Two brothers lost in a city life.
A man found casualty.
And then that question rose in cause and action.
No side repaired the road
No matter how right you fell,
understanding another is still a broken code.The poem is about an incident that happened with one of my friends and is a portrayal of human behavior and understanding as perceived by me in context of the narration given by him....
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