In days, weeks, months or years gone by
like clockworks, run down to save time
in rainy autumn days, to reassign
perhaps new meanings to life’s own design
or maybe, this is also a sign.
Time has been run down,
with chapters turned,
while in not-so faraway lands,
bloodshed battles rage on,
but this is the issue I have with the world,
déjà vu moments, same reportage,
single stories and what not,
to relay biased narratives
or voice out known propagandas.
In days, weeks, months or even years gone by,
life has gone to its wits’ end, my oh my!
like the annual change of the seasons,
but in raging wartimes, with legions
left and right, who can even state justifiable reasons,
for the loss of innocent lives, denied human rights
at night-time or in any daylight?
© Prince Kenny JR
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