When pigs fly
when villains cry
cry to be freed
cry for the end of greed
greed binds us all
greed beckons our fall
fall from glory
fall in every story
story of life
story of strife
strife that eats souls
strife that leaves holes
holes of blood and gore
holes on a kid at the store
store that had his favourite toy
store meant joy to that silly boy
boy who died hearing the doorbell chime
boy whose father said “having guns isn’t a crime”
crime committed by another boy of twelve
crime that his mother will forever delve
delve and grieve to find what changed
delve in disgrace for a life deranged
deranged by her own nurturing hands
deranged, he now haughtily stands
stands in front of an eminent jury
stands bursting with people’s fury
fury that could ignite a stray spark
fury fuelled by all things dark
dark is a shade in every living breed
dark like the sensational words we read
read and consume to quench our lust
read only to see who shares it first
first to comment
first to lament
lament for the sake of byte-sized fame
lament just to quickly pass on the blame
blame it on the unsuspecting mothers
blame it on the greed of others
others who passed the safety laws
others who forgot human flaws
flaws that are part of the genetic code
flaws that seep out from bearing all that load
load that seemed deceptively bantam at birth
load weighing us down like gravity on earth
earth where we drew our first shuddering breath
earth covers us all when we are interred in death
death forced is a disease left to spread
death is now a statement to instil dread
dread
spread.
Author's note: This is an attempt at creating a blitz poem. It comprises of fifty lines that begin with a cliched phrase, the last word of the second line becomes the first word of the third and fourth line, the last word of the fourth line becomes the first word of the fifth and sixth line and so on. The last words of line forty eight and forty seven become the forty ninth and fiftieth line respectively. I have infused end rhymes to make it a mellifluous read.