"A cur!", they cursed oft, while on strides
That do cross streets bobbing heads of pride--
Pelted at him stones of all kinds,
Large or trifle, it wasn't a surprise.

A vagrant on his ragged attire,
Shoved away with uncaring satire,
Clenched not unto their haughty minds in heart
Globe's usual machinery, it wasn't a surprise.

Dribbling monsters that snatched her sky
Painting in vermillion, turning her blind,
Tainted her feminine with all their might-
It wasn't to be fair, an actual surprise.

Dictators at the top, through their words
Demanding, seizing away rights and trusts,
Compelling the low to strive arduously hard--
Arming themselves with comfortable cushions--
It wasn't a surprise.

Dear, ain't any wrong to be judged?
For any better to prevail higher....
They who devour truth advocate lies truthfully.
Is the world a surprise?.....Nay~

© mimmiki