The eerie silence…
Creeps through The night skies
With windy sails
Like pockets of phantoms in audacious glide

Belching steamy clouds of brazen fear…
With power cut to boot

The hovels, harems and homes clutch to life with hapless Gail…
While hovering darkness in steely clods embroils naked earth…
Pockets of generator fumes on skyward trail and dingy lights hanging
The blighted streets…

Welcome to a chaotic slum
Where night reeks
The stench of death
And spills the venom of fear…
We hope our communal lords
Etch their names with right of light
For all to gulp
And for posterity’s delight.

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