LIVING IN FEAR ( POEM )

     LIVING   IN  FEAR

I  live in a fortress,
With  high, spiked  walls,
Reinforced  with  barbed  wire,
Safety  vainly  ensured  again,
with  electronic gates, alarms,
Vicious  dogs, and gun under the pillow.
Yet  Fear  stalks me like a shadow,
I spend  sleepless  nights,
Looking  all around,
With  fearful  eyes,
Like, from a  watchtower,
Like a  rat in its hole,
I withdraw into this shell, this fortress,
Like a  snail, like a caged, scared wild beast,
While  criminals  roam the streets,
Unchallenged, untouched,

 
In  their  Paradise, in  their safe Criminocracy.
Fear  and  Death  reign  here,
The  graph  of deaths,
Rise  steeply, day  by day,
New  graves are dug daily,
For  the beloved  ones,
Freshly   freed  from fear.
The  Sun  rises, but darkness  prevails,
The   Sun  is shrouded ,
 In clouds of  gloom and  doom.
The  curtain  rises, to  stage,
The  hourly, daily  tragedies.