Chaos, confusion, pain, death.
The genre is ‘tragedy’.
The stage is set.
Lights! Camera! Action!
Plot twist, our scripts have become a jigsaw puzzle.
Earth has laid her complaints against us,
now we are being confined behind the screen.
Imprisoned in prison.
Behind bars, there are no titles,
no hierarchy, no power, just prisoners.
The warden knows not mercy.
Every other day inmates are taken,
some tortured and brought back broken,
some are ticking time bombs,
even though we are all fully armed for any explosions.
The cold breathe of death still makes
the hair behind our necks stand erect.
TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK!
Goes the bombs, yet, the clocks on the walls are the ones being watched.
Abated, humanity waits patiently restless for it to strike “END 0′ CLOCK”.
The time when the director yells CUT!
and this mysterious misery is put to an end.
By Omale Rex
From: A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT