THE CRIMES OF DAWN


Pupation of the crime, with contentment
Rejoiced by the penance of tranquility
I was trapped; they whispered he is magical!
Turned out, succored to the divinity
Yet it’s not the dawn

Few gifts for you: what my Jesus created
To let the beasts ascend, what do you have, a surprise?
He said he works hard and harder, a crime!
The world is playful, all are creators
Yet it’s not the dawn

They all laughed at the Santa saying
He is rich, the sweat of bliss’s held over, amidst the
Poor, he said I have full rice bowls for two!
The costliest he had a spoon of platinum,
Yet it’s not the dawn

Treasured but the grains they rejected,
All exclaimed why the birth of us
Crime for love, hate and for us not me!
A vehement silence in the choir, death?
Yet it’s not the dawn

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