beware! touch me not
to human feel, I am thorn
of temper, boiling hot
in fires of dry desert, born
in my wounds of past
seas of unheard tears
in nightmares, aghast
screams numb, by fears
deep in life’s four walls
crimes with no corners
a world subdued, false
shameless mourners
a society stoic, ill-bred
ripped conscience, apart
every opportunity, a bed
make gory evils jumpstart
as I sweat in these unsocial fires
dragged by hard weight of time
no justice, heart of no desires
tears piercing, unforgivable crime
let screams of this hollow lung
be heard for miles in every mind
bring remorse where guilt is hung
sow deep answers to a moral bind
one’s pleasure, another’s pain
may rain of truth fall, drop by drop
on the eyes of this unethical terrain
to reap one seed of love as crop
inspired by the ghastly crimes coming to ears of late
Poet's Corner 